» 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐚𝐲. // plotted starter for @boltxnbastard .
SHE DOESN'T LIKE THIS, ANY MORE THAN SHE SUSPECTS ANYONE ELSE DOES. A deal with the devil, it seems, and one that won’t be the only they make in this battle. A world where the dead have risen – a world where lions and wolves and dragons are forced to reconcile and fight alongside the other, and all for the sake of life as they know it. And here stands one who might be the highest of the list ; a man who thrives in chaos, and one who is not to be trusted.
Petite frame stands before the walls of the keep, and she’s flanked by Dothraki and Unsullied alike ; out of the corner of her gaze, she can see her lover, and the anger written on his features at sight before them alone. His home, now tainted by this reign of terror, and all not to end so soon ; they both know what this alliance will cost.
“Lord Bolton.” Voice rings out, despite the distance between them. He, on the battlements atop his stolen castle – and her, so small, but with all the strength of the dragon behind her ; and literally, so, with the purr of her largest child standing so close that she can feel his every breath. Not to disturb them, and they’ve been thoroughly warned that he has arrows at the ready, should danger rear even slightly. “I believe you know why I’m here.”