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[theredheadwildling]

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Her life had not been her own for nearly three years now. No, she lived only for her beautiful, kissed by fire son. He was perfect. She’d never get over how much she loved him. She didn’t think it was possible for her to love someone as much as she loved her son.

He stood behind her as she stood at the ready, he had a small dagger she had craved from a tooth. Her bow and his dagger would do nothing to the wights or the white walkers but they would not be helpless.

The trek to Castle Black had been...interesting. She had seen Jon Snow at a distance. She had managed to slip right past him. Now they were at the gates of the wall, watching them being raised. She never thought this day would come. A tiny hand grabbed at her fingers. 

“Mama, do ya think the crows will let us see Da?” Eljin asked as brown eyes cut through her like a knife. Eljin may have had Ygritte’s hair color but he had his father’s eyes. She had told Eljin very little about Jon Snow. Only that he had existed and he did what all crows do, fly back to the Castle where they belonged. They didn’t get to be free like them.

Ygritte picked up Eljin and balanced him on her hip as she started walking. “I told ya, your father don’t get to be free. He’s gotta be a crow. Crows can’t stop bein.....”

He was there, guiding people, helping them through the gates. 

She frozen. She didn’t know what to do. She hadn’t though this through. Now he was standing there. 

“Mama....is that ‘im?”

“Aye, Eljin. That there is Jon Snow.”

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life was treating her fairly well now that she was with jon. she had a hard bringing being raised in an abusive household, and with aerys being so controlling she couldn’t even tug her mother away from him at first. it took her own children coming out in bruises for her to run with them, and even then as viserys got older he got more and more like their father. so she left for uni and met jon. since meeting him things went so much better. he was her first everything. he was her first lover in every way shape and form, first boyfriend, and their love only got stronger. he was so sweet to her-- for a while she thought that she could never touch a man. jon made her feel special. she went on to become a lawyer, and honestly, it didn’t take long for jon and dany to get engaged and move in together. they weren’t rushing anything of course, but the wedding came around quick-- they were barely twenty, but it felt so right. she wanted to be a good wife, and she wanted to be a mother--- she wanted to do a better job than her mother. -- fingers tapped on the table as she sat on the edge of the sofa, staring down impatiently at a piece of plastic. heart thudding loudly against her chest as she swallowed thickly, lavender eyes locked upon the piece. one line appeared on the screen that was attached the the plastic, and she lowered the plastic slightly, and closed her eyes. one would think she did it in relief, but no, it was quite the opposite. she reached over to throw it in the bin before turning to jon, and then slid off the arm of the chair and into the space next to him. her eyes were filled with tears as she locked eyes with him. “not pregnant...” her voice was thick and wavered slightly, and she broke her gaze, staring down at the sofa. “i’m sorry...”

[theunburntprotector]

Specks of fiery ash crackled onto the floor from the fireplace. Daenerys focused on the way that the flames seemed to dance, relishing in the comfort of their movement. These days, peace felt hard to come by; it had ever since arriving in Winterfell. Here in the North, the Dragon Queen was an outcast. It didn’t matter all of the armies Dany had garnered or all the slaves she’d set free - these Northerners pledged allegiance to a man she’d grown to care for deeply; a man whose head and heart always seemed to be in the right place. And yet -despite Jon Snow bending the knee to her- those loyal to him were far too eager to dismiss their queen.

The woman’s brow dipped in worry as she shifted in the windowsill of her chamber, recalling Jon’s confession hours earlier. Now, the business of the North slipping slowly from her grasp seemed futile. There were far more important things on the line: Perhaps it’s destiny for two Targaryens to rule justly together, the woman thought. She could only pray Jon would see it this way and that until the time was right, the truth of Ned Stark’s bastard son would remain safely tucked between them amongst their other secrets.

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The stone face was one that had grown onto Ned Stark’s  daughter, even when seeing someone that she cared  deeply for. When one has been through what she had  (surprisingly) made it through, it was hard to have a  constant smile. Still, the corners of her lips couldn’t help  but turn up at the sight of Jon.

[worshipsonlydeath]

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She couldn’t distinguish the numbness overwhelming her body as a physical symptom or an emotional one. The frigid cold bit exposed skin and her fingers were stiff. Still, the young Stark wielded the Valayrian steel dagger in an iron grip, even as the remains of what once was the Night King and his army laid in the snow at their feet. Arya’s eyes were glued to her younger brother. Her mind hadn’t been on saving the world as she once believed she could as a young, naive child. No, she hadn’t set out on this long night to be a hero.

All she wanted was to protect her pack. She failed to save her father, her mother, and oldest brother. The God of Death could not have anyone else. Arya would sooner die herself than watch idly as Bran faced the Night King alone.

And now it was over.  

Everything they had been fighting for. Every life lost. This was what they won.

She couldn’t breathe.

Her chest was heavy and as the shock wore off, exhaustion tugged at the corners of her mind and pulled her to the ground. Arya dropped to her knees, beginning to be aware of company approaching. Northern men ushering Bran to safety. She swatted them away until a familiar figure ventured close.

“Is it truly over?”

[agirlofwinterfell]

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“Arry Snow.” Is the name she’d given every man she’d met on the way to the wall. She was to be an orphan boy as Yoren said, but if she was going to be an orphan, she’d be a bastard like her brother, Jon Snow. At first she’d travelled with Gendry, Yoren, Hot Pie, Lommy... Then the groups had split, and she’d lost them all. She even missed Lommy. 

She’d wandered for so long on her own, until she’d come across a group headed for the Wall. “Who are you lad?” They’d asked her, “Arry Snow.” She’d responded. “Bastard son of.. well he’s dead now. Could I come with you? I want to join the Watch.” I want to see Jon. 

They’d agreed, and through the Wall was colder than anything she’d felt, even being Northern, she suffered and lived as she climbed, amongst the group of recruits. She was to train, and then say her vows, but she still wanted to see Jon Snow’s face again, his smile. Her brother.

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eyes fixated upon the iron throne, a look of contentment crossing her features, the violet tint faint under what little light filled the room. she was glad to have not chosen to burn down the whole kingdom like she was tempted to do. she couldn’t let her anger get to her. she couldn’t become her father. she knew that cersei was gone, and gods she hoped for her sake that she would be, and she knew that tyrion let his brother through his grips. but she wasn’t her father. gold filled the room, with lions embedded into various decor, but everything would soon change.  she turned around, letting her lavender eyes lock upon the familiar face. her love. her life. her jon. he wasn’t anyone else to her. she loved him, and she didn’t care what people thought. “i did the right thing didn’t i?” her voice was soft, as she fully turned to look upon him, her hand resting upon one of the hilts that was of the throne.

[theunburntprotector]

The strange and uncomfortable fatigue that wrecked her body these days began in Winterfell. In those first few weeks, Daenerys had written it off as adjustment to the unsettling cold in the north. Nothing could prepare a girl who had grown up in the sweltering heat of Essosi cities for northern snowfalls. Even the warmth of a fireplace, woolen blankets and the arms of a man she loved couldn’t cure the bouts of cold sweats and nausea that crept into the night.

She wrote the strange symptoms off as stress. A looming battle against an army of undead, mourning loved ones, and preparing to bring down Cersei Lannister could do that to you. Even the unburnt, Queen of the Andals, and mother of dragons felt stress. In fact, Daenerys Targaryen was willing to bet her entire fleet of Unsullied and her dragon combined that she felt more stress than most.

It wasn’t until the dust had settled that Dany finally had an inkling. Cersei had surrendered, been banished from the seven kingdoms and guarded heavily on a secluded shore just east of Dragon’s Bay. Westeros had found its rightful queen -- with a Targaryen-blooded king by her side. It wasn’t until she settled into her first few weeks as sovereign that Daenerys had noticed her bleeding had not come. Her appetite had returned now in full force, and her breasts were beginning to swell and tender. 

Things had been so different all those years ago with Drogo. Her body had been famished then; and the fatigue she had carrying Rhaego often came in regular pangs of hunger. 

This baby was healthy and strong and growing. This baby was alive.

The silver-haired queen had been thinking of ways to tell Jon Snow -- mulling over just what she should say and when she should say it. Dany had been hoping to break the news over a private dinner when they both had the time but now, as the king lay over her, pressing kisses to her heat and all the way up from her stomach to her tender chest, she lost all patience.

“Wait-” Running fingers through dark curls, Daenerys urged Jon upward. “I want to tell you something.”

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