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[coerulus]

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Don’t be afraid. 

She’d be a fool, though, not to be at least a bit apprehensive with a huge dragon staring at her. It had descended on her as she trudged towards the gates of Winterfell and backed her against the wall a few hundred yards before she could reach it. The dragon was beautiful in a fearsome sort of way, green and bronze scales shifting as it craned its neck to sniff at her. Brienne drew her cloak around her with one hand as the other held out the fruits of her small hunting trip, a string of dead rabbits. She couldn’t keep from flinching slightly as her offering was rejected with a toss of the dragon’s great head. Brienne watched her rabbits land in the snow and turned back with a touch of resentment. 

“Well, if you’d rather eat me you could at least be quick about it!” 

[kingsleigh]

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[starkmatriarch]

@silverpsalms Continued from here

Catelyn wondered if that was true, for in her experience and in history’s, most crossed seas in order to conquer the lands they reached on the other side, and there had been no conquest made without spilled blood, without war and conflict, and Gods how she had had enough of it. But all suggestions of peace were too often seen as surrender and weakness in the eyes of men, and her words had fallen on deaf ears in early days and now it was all too late to turn back. 

“No matter your motives, be they good or bad, be they truth or falsehood, young men will still die, good men will still die,” People like her sweet Ned..... “If you hope our rescue from chaos, as you name it, to be a bloodless one...I fear you will be disappointed, your grace” It was a hard truth and one, perhaps, the young dragon queen did not want to hear, but Catelyn had seen too much, suffered too much, lost too much, to hold her tongue and say peace would be easy. 

[wolveshonor]

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Our muses on the run together.

What a pair they made: the King of the North and the Queen of Westeros, the Mother of Dragons, sitting under a tree to avoid the downpour of rain that had snuck upon them and left them drenched to the bone. Without a dragon by their side, the process of making a fire was long and tedious, and Robb’s hands were rubbed raw by the time he turned a wet stick and a rock into a small flame. 

They never should have trusted Cersei. The choice to join together–the Northern armies with Daenerys’, two unlikely allies to defeat the threats beyond the Wall–had been a good idea once (or at least a necessary one) but they should have known that Cersei could never put her hatred behind her. Now they were stuck without armies or dragons, without allies or aid, and survival seemed grim at best. 

But if they could just reach the wall, get to the Night’s Watch and get aid, they might have a chance. 

Robb finished drying his coat over the flames then laid it out for Daenerys under the tree. “You can sleep. I’ll take the first watch.”

[dreicha-archived-blog]

@silverpsalms from here

she is not used to being around any sort of kind humans.  all those she had met had greeted her with fear and anger.  as much as she heard dany spout her titles, she wasn’t sure everyone would honor those.  “and they will do so because you told them to?” devani really doesn’t get how daenerys can be a benevolent ruler and yet demand such things of her people.  she pins her wings and snakes her head uncertainly. 

[blcdeforhire]

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     Dark eyes beheld the castle with a curious sort of apprehension. Rumors of the Dragon Queen and her return to Westeros had prompted him to head south once more; he’d had to “borrow” a small rowboat to even get to the island upon which Dragonstone sat. And, of course, upon setting foot on shore, he was approached by a half-dozen Dothraki warriors. No words were spoken, but the way their gazes traveled to the sword at his hip said volumes. He had, voluntarily, handed over his weapon; they, in turn, allowed him to pass unchallenged, though their gazes were wary. He was a foreigner, much like everyone else who had come.

     And now he stood at the base of the great stairway, staring up at it with awe. His lower lip was worried between his teeth for a few moments, brows knit, before he quelled his anxiety with a deep breath and began his ascent.

     If their northern King could find a way to sail out to Dragonstone to visit the infamous Daenerys Targaryen, so could Teldryn.

[dracaryscd-blog]

   drogon can sense her FEAR. it was almost overwhelming, and the dragon makes his move to fly towards the pit. a SCREECH echoes overhead, and the black-winged shadow drifts through the air and hits the ground, almost directly in front of his MOTHER. between them, a man with a mask and a spear. drogon moves quickly, taking the man in his own DEATH grip jaws, before swinging him off and away. 

   others were there, and the FIRE spills from mouth along with an earth-shattering ROAR. head turns to secure mother’s safety-- to MAKE SURE she was not being harmed from any angle. drogon steps forward, and between the FIRE AND BLOOD, a spear was ripped from his side. he turns to instinctively SCREAM his pain, and views his mother standing. roar turns to soft trill, and drogon watches his mother reach forward for a STROKE of head. 

       @silverpsalms | sc.

[feroxfeminaa-blog]

THE MEN WERE shouting, scattering like scared animals ; running in no particular direction, forgetting all their training all their SKILLS - - - but ygritte stood still under the  s h a d o w. she had seen giants, seen the dead walk, but never had she seen something like this ; GIANT beasts flying through the thick icy air. she could feel her blood turn, but if it was from  f e a r  or something else she couldn’t tell. 

a woman with hair as white as the snows climbed from the back of a beast with scales like obsidian. her men followed close behind, dressed in leathers and helms unfit for the cold. with trepidation, the crows approached, their unease palpable in the air. jon, with all his FALSE confidence invited her into the hall, her following close behind, hand on the blade slipped into the waist of her breeches. ❝ && WHAT IS that meant to mean to us ❞ she interrupted halfway through the ridiculous titles she had rattled off as if they were important or somethin’. ❝ ya come in here with your  B E A S T S  && soldiers && expect us to what? kneel for ya? kiss yer arse? ❞ // @silverpsalms && sc