#northrnking

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@northrnking​

     LAURA WAITED UNTIL THE DOOR CLOSED WITH A DULL CLUNK, leaving a barrier between her and her soldiers. She wouldn’t dare let any of them see her hands shake, and unfortunately that’s all they’d been doing since the night at the Twins. The lack of control over her body infuriated her. She was usually so controlled, particularly her hands, and with a sword in those hands. Now she didn’t want to risk picking one up. The goblet of wine she’d been left was challenge enough. She took a sip, making a mental note to ask for more white wine rather than red.

     Beside it were a few bandages, some warm water, and milk of the poppy, among other supplies. She picked up the milk and took it with her to the bed where her king was still sleeping. That she would need, whether his bandages needed changing again or not. She didn’t hold much hope for him waking soon, probably for the best given his wounds. Laura sat by his bed and carefully lifted the warm furs to inspect the progress, trying not to let the cold disturb him.

[kendolled]

                            maybe it was being back in winterfell that had started this.IT’D BEEN SO LONG SINCE NATE HAD STEPPED FOOT IN THE NORTH, in the place his friend had lived before - before his death. it wasn’t a place nate had ever imagined himself returning to, but here he was, because, no matter what, he knew that it was what chuck would had wanted, and what robb would have wanted.   (   and maybe there was a part of him that didn’t care if he died now, in a fight that would save far too many people for him to count.   )   but being back in winterfell had caused nate to see things - or at least, that’s what he’d been telling himself, because he could have sworn that he kept seeing the one and only robb stark out of the corner of his eye, fighting just like he was. but that was impossible, wasn’t it?                             it had to be. because he’d been led to believe robb stark had died at the frey’s, and he’d believed it for too long to second guess himself now.BUT THERE HE WAS AGAIN, THAT MIRAGE THAT LOOKED FAR TOO MUCH LIKE ROBB STARK, and nate could see clear as day that he was in TROUBLE. and there was a part of him that believed, just for a moment, that it was robb. and that was all it took for him to lunge forward, in the way of the white walker, the stranger’s body behind him, the satisfying bolt of pain that traveled up his arm whenever he swung his sword too hard and it hit it’s target, but the bliss was cut short with a different bolt of pain, LOWER, this one not nearly as pleasurable. it was worth it, though - to save the man who could not possibly be robb stark, because, well, he hadn’t been able to save robb himself, had he?THIS HAD TO BE GOOD ENOUGH.

@northrnking​ got a starter !

[warmreign]

         “  You don’t have to come along.  I’d rather you not put yourself in danger.  ”   Worry was laced in her words, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly.   All of the events were transpiring so quickly, and it was a bit difficult to piece all of it together in such little time.   With her sister gone, she had to take up some responsibility for the people that resided in Arendelle, guests or not.   She liked the brief introduction she had with him, but didn’t want to put so much responsibility on his shoulders.

          She called for the guards to bring her a horse, still unsure about the lord wanting to come along.   “  ---- are you sure ?  ”   //  (  @northrnking​  )

[chivalrytorn-archive]

@northrnking​ liked for a starter from a test muse here.

↳ | ; 𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 ✩

               arms      wide     open      as      her     body      flings      forward.      arms     barely      fitting      around      his     torso.      ❛                   𝐢      𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭      𝐲𝐨𝐮      𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞      𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝..         ❜            there’s      a     slight      sniffle      but     she      hides      it     well.      

[bigwobble]

↳ @northrnking​ ♡’d.

     her first thought is that she’s very glad she took the time to fix the chameleon circuit in her tardis. an american diner would not have blended in here; however, a pitched red tent seems to be the norm. she ducks out of her ‘tent’ , surveys the area for but a moment, and ducks into the next nearest tent. this one is noticeably larger ; a long table inside is obscured with maps and what looks like game pieces. she sits down, trying to make sense of it all, between the tents, maps, and the choice outfit her tardis picked out. the time seemed medieval, though she couldn’t place where. perhaps, if she could hear someone speak, the accent would give it away. ( and like on cue, someone walks into the tent. a godsend. )

      ‘ finally!  you’re someone who knows what’s going on around here, yeah? ‘ 

[pyrearchive-blog]

    ❛  I don’t doubt you are anything less than ordinary , Daenerys.   ❜ Although he’d yet to see the dragons rumoured she carry alongside her, he was not to be easily convinced of the fantasies she spoke into life .  ❛  — But dreams don’t just come true . That’s why they’re dreams , and why this is reality .    ❜ He’s careful to not show her disrespect by any means , but stern in his beliefs .  ❛  What you’d like in exchange for the north’s assistance, is what I’m asking of you .     ❜

with lilac eyes upon him, the BRIDE OF FIRE considers how the young wolf is careful in these verbal steps about her :  so soft, and gentle-toed. a northern king as wild as the direwolf that flanks him, he could bare his teeth and bite her just the same  - so, she feels encircled nevertheless  (  despite his civility.  )  ❛   SHALL I TELL YOU a story of a little girl in exile? one who had no army, no dragons  -  one who could barely county to twenty. .. one who only ever dreamt of home  -   ❜ the words offer a twinge to her  - to the hole in her heart where that same little girl now lived.  burned away in a pyre, set aflame so a woman be born when the fires had finally died out.   ❛    -  no. i am only a young girl, and do not know the way of things ; but i am told such tales are not of interest to kings.  ❜ a step forward brings her nearer, but only slightly so.  ❛    -your ancestor, torrhen stark knelt before aegon the conqueror,  and swore allegiance to house targaryen. during the rebellion against my father, aerys targaryen the second, house stark broke that oath. i am asking you to swear that same vow, and receive my full pardon from the treason house stark has committed upon my family.  ❜  another step - i am the blood of the dragon, and dragons can be careful too.   ❛    -  should you prove yourself a man of honor, should you fight by my side until the war is won and i take back my father’s throne : i will declare the north an independent kingdom, under the rule of house stark. -                   - these are my terms, as rightful queen of the seven kingdoms .. LORD stark.  ❜

      @northrnking .       ⇢          robb stark, king in the north.

[stlucy-a]

*    ⊰    @northrnking​    ⊱    𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔡  𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯  .

SHE  HAS  MADE  A  HOME  FROM  LESS  .   the  cave  is  dark  ,   at  least  ,   far  enough  from  the  twins  and  the  sight  of  climbing  flames  .   lucy  lies  flat  on  her  back  ,   breathing  heavily  and  needlessly  as  it  still  gives  some  comfort  .   robb  is  still  dead  beside  her  .  

never  mind  that  ,   he’ll  be  back  in  three  ...   two  ...   one  ...

he  coughs  beside  her  ,   taking  his  first  ,   fully  useless  breaths  .   and  though  she  does  not  say  it  ,   she  thinks  him  lucky  .   no  grave  to  crawl  out  of  like  a  beast  .   not  like  she  had  to  .   lucy  turns  to  him  ,   putting  a  small  but  forceful  hand  on  the  centre  of  his  chest  .    ❝    welcome  back  ,   my  king  .   i  mean  no  disrespect  in  the  slightest  but  i  think  it  best  that  you  stay  lying  down  until  everything  has  been  explained  to  you  .   am  i  understood  ?    ❞

[kendolled]

game of thrones nate archibald & robb stark : aesthetic   (   edits   ) ↳ the charm of the south & the young wolf ( ft @northrnking )

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