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[lordoakheart-blog]

The Vale was a kingdom that Dontin had never been too and the Eyrie was not really a castle that he was excited to be in but Sansa was his princess now and as a Northern lord, he had to pay his respects to her and her bridegroom. “The Vale now has a new queen, I can’t help but wonder about the former queen on a day like today.”

[serkingslayer-blog]

Jaime had not been able to make in time for the actual wedding celebrations but he still wanted to attend just to show his face. Arriving at the Bloody Gate, Jaime was surprised to find out that he was not the only one that had arrived late for the wedding.

[dutifulwolf-blog]

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            Married. She could hardly believe it or stop smiling so much and it was all true. She thought about when she was a girl and dreamed of marrying a gallant knight but instead she had found herself a King. She had been dancing with her new husband and her friends so much that her feet started to ache so she took a seat next to someone without even looking who it was. “I hope you do not mind if I sit with you, I am quite tired.!

[fierystag-blog]

The Vale had never been so busy. From the former Tully that kept everything hidden and locked away it was a welcomed change to finally see how this kingdom was prospering and of course, the dragons would not be far from the Eyrie. “So many people, I hope no one will have to stay in the cells.” It was supposed to be a joke but jokes rarely come from Stannis so it came off a lot dryer than intended.

[wisdominfall-blog]

Bethany had never attended a wedding breakfast before so was a little surprised when the gifts seemed endless. In her own family, it was just a simple ceremony under the weir wood tree and the only exchange of gifts were from the bride and groom to each other. The old gods were a simpler faith after all and her house was not a royal one, but noble. “I suppose I better go and get ready, perhaps you could join me in a morning walk?” She asked as she rose from her chair.

[serkingslayer-blog]

Before the Gathering had ended, Jaime and some of the Black Brothers had decided to leave the event early since they were not needed. As much as he would never admit it, not even to himself, he missed the Wall. On rare occasions, always short and always brief, he would just be another brother in black and not the Kingslayer or Sister-Fucker but just Jaime or Brother. When he returned to the Wall, it felt different. Unwelcome. Changed. Colder. When he entered, he saw the dead bodies of his brothers scattered around with only alive. “We have to burn them,” one of the brothers said to him, “burn them or they’ll come back.” There was doubt in his mind but he still did it out od respect for the fallen men and helped place them on the pyre. 

It had taken hours to do it and as they burned. “And now your watch has ended,” Jaime said solemnly to the fire. It was then that Tim Stone told him what happened but Jaime could not believe it. There was no other reason and Tim was no liar. If Others had truly come past the Wall then they would have gone through Mole’s Town.

After that, he had spent some time by himself at Mole’s Town to ask around and see what happened but no one knew anything or if they did they were too scared to say anything. It wasn’t until after he spoke with people that he noticed someone familiar. “I am afraid that it is not safe around here. Perhaps not even in Westeros.”

[kingofthefury-blog]

Loyalty in the North was a big thing. It was everywhere else but the North always had honour. It had started with Ned Stark, the reputation of honour being so strong, and carried on through Robb. All the people gathered truly was a sight to see and Renly was impressed but hopeful that his Kingdoms would also show him such respect. “If I ever have something like this I would hope to have the same turn out. It is quite marvellous.”

[thornedmargaery-blog]

The celebration had turned out to be more lovely than the Queen of the Reach and Rock had anticipated, but it made her anxious nonetheless. Part of her hoped for a smoothly-sailing evening, for the sake of the Starks and for the sake of her own family--but a greater part wanted those on the outside to attempt and make their way in. She wanted Cersei Lannister to dare and step foot into Winterfell--she wanted the bastard who’d threatened her in the streets to come out and attempt an encore. She wanted them to try to show their strength, in a place where they would be easily outnumbered and brought down. And all the same, she felt uneasy. She did not want the chaos associated with it, only the justice of the end. Margaery continued to smile and make conversation throughout the evening, but her mind felt weary--the same chalice of wine she’d received hours earlier sat in her hand, untouched, and she would occasionally look down at the drink and think of Mace and Garlan. Eventually, she excused herself--walked off down a corridor in the hopes of finding a moment’s peace, but instead found that she was not without company. “Fresh air,” Margaery chirped as she came to a halt--citing her reason for being away outright. “It’s funny,” she mused with a smile as she moved to glance over her shoulder, “I never thought I might associate ‘North’ and ‘hot.’”