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the northerners will n e v e r forget
killedsalver / lexia.
@killedsalver· ♡ !
“ your grace, “ she said as she curtsied, her hands grasping the weight of her dress before standing back up straight and hands making their way back in front of her. her father, mother, and siblings were somewhere in the capital of the north, but she took it upon herself to welcome herself to the king himself. their visit was unexpected. being the capital, they must let the king know about the recent new house of salver.
“ we are a fairly new house, we took it upon ourselves to deliver the news to you personally. my mother and father are around here somewhere. “
what kind of wealth and influence would her family hold to conjure up their own banner and house in times like these? he didn’t linger upon the suspicion too long; the prospect of a potential ally was always at the forefront of his thoughts.
jon looks to the doors of the great keep, wary of newcomers. ❛ you’ve travelled a long way, ❜ he comments. from king’s landing. the north was still a rebellious country, and the southron rulers wouldn’t take kindly to HOUSE SALVER should they discover their whereabouts. ❛ s’ppose you’ll be wantin’ a room. we’ll have your horses brought to the stables. my men will show you and your family to your chambers. ❜
Please remember that for as stoic and noble as Jon is now, he once covered himself in flour and pretended to be a ghost to scare his younger siblings.
This has been a reminder.
Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. Who knows?
❛ if i’ve done somethin’ to offend you, my lady ------ ❜ knowing the reason would be preferable. he was grasping at straws here trying to think. he’d like nothing more than to return home to winterfell. being a prisoner wasn’t doing anyone any favors, and all he had left behind, all he had risked to be here, was slipping through his fingers. and now, not only did he need to win over daenerys, but her party too, it seemed.
@ashenglory ♡ !
—— maidofwinter / sansa.
It’s not funny. And she doesn’t laugh, looking stone faced at the brother she almost LOST. She told him NOT to go South, does he understand how worried she was when his ravens stopped for w e e k s ? Only to then get a note about how he somehow has found it in the North’s best interest to bend the knee to some woman who has NEVER seen Winterfell. It hurts. Sansa fought too hard to have her family home back to have her brother surrender it to the first pretty woman he finds. Would he laugh if she told him she spent hours pouring over the note trying to find proof someone else wrote it? Cause certainly Jon wouldn’t have. Certainly Jon would’ve talked to her before doing this. She a l m o s t would’ve preferred if he had just married Daenerys on the spot if that’s what he’s going for.
❝ As are you. ❞ She’s almost tempted to add what a pity it is, might’ve learned a lesson if he wasn’t. But she remembers his reaction to the Joffrey mention, she doesn’t want to hurt him, at least not too much. Casually, the red haired Lady of Winterfell ( because he still hasn’t taken that title from her ) turns to her people, has them bringing the horses to the stables and looking after the men, to make sure everyone’s fed and warm.
❝ If you want anything, I am sure the people here can provide. ❞ She says turning back to Jon. Her brother. Her king. ❝ Should I let Bran and Arya know you’re back, your grace? ❞
jon’s smile fades, until there’s nothing but that ever constant feeling of dread. leaving had been foolish, he knew that. pledging his allegiance to daenerys without consulting his sister and the rest of the northerners, perhaps even more so. but decisions had to be made, now more than ever. they didn’t have time to sit on their thumbs with the dead marching on the wall. the others waited for no one.
bran and arya, however —— they would have to do the waiting for now. he shakes his head.
❛ you’re angry. ❜
the formalities, the restraint.
he looks to the horses being guided to the stables, to the workers carrying stock for the winter and plowing the snow. the middle of winterfell’s courtyard wasn’t where this discussion ought to take place. ❛ i came as soon as i could. ❜
❛ winterfell’s not as … appealin’, i guess, as the castles further south. ❜
there was a hardness to the structure; grey stones, high walls. a formidable stronghold. home all the same. he was looking forward to seeing his brother and sisters. bran and arya who had returned shortly after jon’s departure.
the rock of the ship against the waves draws him from his thoughts again. the chill of the breeze has him tugging at his fur cloak. ❛ … but it keeps the wind at bay, n’ there’s a fireplace in every room t’ keep you warm. ❜
@mhysasdracarys ♡ !
—— freefolksflame / ygritte.
Ygritte had wondered how LONG it would take him to finally find the courage to visit her. He knows he asks of her condition every day and his friend would try to whisper but she heard it.
When the DOOR opens, she knows it’s him because Ygritte knows the way Jon moves how he shifts his weight uncomfortably from a foot to another and the silence. ’Coward’ she thinks but slowly, Ygritte sits up. The wound still hurts BUT she’s through the worst. Red hair falls over her shoulder and she gives him a mocking but tired gaze, a hinted smirk on her lips. “Lord Crow decides to visit the enemy, Should I feel touched? I d’ not know. I still FIGURE out why he’d have given command t’ keep me alive if only to chain me with my ankle t’ the bed like a dog in a cage.”
starter // @killedcrow ( v; s5!au )
he’s spent days working up the courage to confront her again. he felt as much a coward for his delay as she thought him to be. the battle of castle black still remained; dead bodies littered north of the wall, piled up in the courtyard of castle black to be burned, structural damage in the beams and steps and railing were to be repaired. there was a lot of work to be done. now, as the new LORD COMMANDER, the burden rest on his shoulders. and then there was the issue of keeping everyone, including their wildling captives, fed.
he thinks he would have come sooner otherwise. he would have.
seeing her again had brought up repressed feelings he had been too terrified to address since his play at double agent. his betrayal. but they were there, they were real. he had loved her, he still did. although, he couldn’t speak as much on her behalf.
the taunt, he barely flinches at. he’s too tired, well accustomed to the daily derision of ser alliser to pay mind. ❛ the night’s watch defends the realm against threats. there's no threat to be had from shackled prisoners. ❜ meaning, she wasn’t going anywhere. ❛ did y’ let maester aemon treat your wounds ? ❜
❛ i’m the lord commander, aye, ❜ unassuming as he was, young for the position, but not the youngest there’s ever been. jon looks upon the stranger, expectant. another wish for the night’s watch to involve themselves in the affairs of the seven kingdoms would be repudiated.
❛ what can i do for ya here ? ❜
@decreedlore ♡ !
❛ lady salver, ❜ jon stands. it wasn’t a common thing, receiving visitors from king’s landing. particularly when the reason for their visit wasn’t otherwise announced. perhaps she friended sansa in the capital. still, heading north with winter on their doorstep; many southerners fared poorly during the colder season.
❛ i’m afraid i’m not familiar with your house. ❜
@killedsalver ♡ !
he never went to work with his father as a child, but he’d always pictured it; a grungy factory in the middle of nowhere, ugly and big, sticking out like a sore thumb anyone could spot a mile away and churning out something even uglier. sweaty laborers stinking up the inside and black, toxic clouds fuming from the smokestacks.
you can imagine his surprise the first day on the job, finding a building almost twenty stories high, covered with glass windows, with revolving doors and not a single sweaty laborer in sight. a little more classical-modern, but still more than he ever expected. and not at all the place of manufacturing. stupid. he’d never been a CITY SLICKER. being thrust into the boss - man chair with few credentials and even fewer ideas of what the hell his job entailed ------ it had been intimidating. it still was, four months in.
if his brother could see him now; sitting at a glass desk, sipping on the strongest coffee known to man and playing at professional businessman ( not to mention fretting over the underlying family drama - crap, he’d spare the details ) --- he’d laugh.
jon didn’t belong here, and he knew it.
he’s pulled from his thoughts as the door swings open, standing and pushing the creases out of his blazer.
❛ wasn’t expectin’ y'for another half hour. ❜
@earnedstripes ♡ !
she’s something out of a dream. one he’s had many a time; of home, of winterfell, of his father and faceless mother. of his brothers, his sisters. a sense of yearning, a sentimentality that tore right through him, body and soul, and left him sad and alone.
arya had always held a strong place in his heart. always in his thoughts. he’d missed her, he still does. so many days, weeks, months, years, he’d spent wondering whether she was ALIVE OR DEAD. here and now, jon does a double - take. he must be dreaming still. she’s taller, older than she had been last he saw of her in winterfell.
❛ . . . arya ? ❜
@hardertctame ♡ !