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[thewhitedragon098-blog]

The White Dragon (Bran x Freya)

As the young white haired Targaryen girl was placed in the bed completely covered with furs to keep her warm as she was being treated with care she never thought of getting in a long time after living as an orphan girl when she and her siblings were taken into exile in the Free City of Pentos, she didn't enjoy the hospitality of Magister IIIyrio Mopatis because she was seen and treated like she was worthless and a slave around Viserys rather than a sister for him to properly care for since he's the oldest and she hardly knows anything about her parents, they died when she was very small. He treated both Freya and Daenerys like they were objects for him to order around always threatening to cut them open if they didn't obey him, he would take out his fiery temper on his two younger sisters if they did something to anger him in anyway. He's extremely cruel to them, he does not regard them as human beings with emotions and rights, but rather property for him to abuse or hand out to others whenever he pleases. 

He constantly beats and abuses them verbally and levels their self-esteem regardless of their human nature, he always made sure that he made their lives a living hell, he likes seeing her and Daenerys so miserable, he never allowed Freya to live her childhood, he would ruin anything that made her happy. Her distant future was faded, she couldn't see what was ahead of her because of Viserys controlling ways, he's the reason why she's afraid of smiling, laughing, anything good in this world, she hasn't smiled or laughed in a long time that she's completely forgotten what happiness was. 

Freya's white wet and worn out dress was removed and soon replaced with a more dry and comfortable one but what they saw on her small body when they took off her dress was horrifying, she was covered in black and purple bruises both old and fresh, a deep scar down her neck from Viserys's sword where he caused her to bleed enough to punish her from disobeying him and a red hand mark on her cheek and neck where she was slapped and nearly choked to death by her own brother before he left her to die in those woods. Freya has never felt so much pain in her life, she was sore all over and felt really uncomfortable as she laid on the bed trying to keep her mind at peace, she kept on whimpering as the pain intensified whenever they moved her to get her as comfortable as they could, her wounds were being treated, her ribs were wrapped in bandages, it was very difficult for her to breath since they're so sore.

  They cleaned all the dirt and filth carefully from her body with respect and gentleness not wanting to cause any more pain to her, they soon left her to recover alone in the guest room. It was so quiet that for the first time in her life, Freya was feeling at ease, the tension in her muscles faded away, she laid comfortablly on the bed with her hands resting on her stomach, she looks like she hasn't had anything to eat for a long time, she is dangerously thin all due to Viserys's cruelty towards her, she couldn't even stand or walk properly since she's so weak to move. Her eyes looked sunken, there was no colour on her cheeks, her lips were dry and chapped, her long silver-white platinum lifeless hair fanned around her head across the pillow and her silver three-headed dragon chain necklace was placed on the bedside table along with a glass of water for her when she's ready to wake up. 

Freya had no idea where she was though, everything was still blank, the darkness remained, she was actually afraid of opening her eyes to see where she's ended up, she is very shy and quiet around people and she has a good reason for that because of Viserys and his abusive ways, he never allowed her to make any friends, she was always alone in Pentos a part from her sister's love and protection, they are very close and she misses her so much, she always shielded his beatings from her and she's the one who gave her that three-headed dragon chain necklace as a gift and a reminder of who she is and where she came from.

She see's Daenerys more than a sister, she sees her as her protector, her best friend, her future Queen, she dreams of sitting beside her as Hand of the Queen when she takes back what was stolen from them but on the inside, she wants a dream of her own, she wants to be someone and prove her brother wrong, she just hasn't found it yet. Freya isn't very opening and doesn't trust easily but she is willing to answer any questions that her saviours have for her, she is very thankful to them for saving her life, if they want to trust her, she has to be honest about everything and explain why she ended up in the woods not far from them, she knows she can't and will not lie to those who rescued her although she couldn't help but feel nervous about what she's about to come face to face with when she does wake up.

  As she tried to rest, her body suddenly tensed changing the atmosphere in the room when another horrible dream of Viserys taking over her peace once again, she could hear him shouting verbal abuse causing her breathing to fasten, she shook her head in fear muttering words like 'No..stay away from me, please..don't hurt me..you are the reason for who I've become, it's because of you..'before a pained cry came from her lips with her hand flying up to her face from the force of Viserys's hit in her mind causing her to sit up fast holding onto her cheek breathing heavily with hot tears running down her cheeks hitting her cuts stinging her making things worse, she was very shaken up and looked so broken. Freya couldn't control her emotions which unknowingly caused an affect to the temperature in the room got so cold that her water began to freeze from her dangerous and powerful yet rare power that allows her to generate and manipulate ice, frost, snow, and cold temperatures.

  Freya didn't know that her eye pupils dilated in a icy-silver colour whenever her power's active from her emotions, like her sister who was born on the night of the harshest storms. Freya was born on the night of the harshest winters, like all Targaryens, they are born with fire in their blood but Freya, she's born with both fire and ice, she's something extraordinary, she just doesn't know it yet, she's terrified of her power. Freya believes she's cursed with a power no one has ever seen before, she see's herself as a monster with it if she can't control her power when her emotions are triggered in anyway just like it happened with Viserys when he took things way too far and she unleashed her power on him which is one of the reasons why it lead to her banishment in the woods far from her family and he threatened to kill her if she ever found her way back. 

Freya took deep breaths to calm herself down and hummed a song under her breath that her sister used to sing to her to help her feel better and to her relief it seems to be working as the temperature, her eyes returned to normal and her water unfroze allowing her to drink it since her throat was really dry, she wiped the tears from her cheeks but they kept on falling as she took the goblet of water and taking a sip, she started coughing when she did so, she hasn't had anything to drink or eat for a while. She waited for a moment before taking another drink of water, she drunk it all without coughing this time, she put the goblet back on the bedside table and picked up her dragon necklace putting it on still pretty much unaware of her surroundings as she hasn't had a proper look at the room she's staying in.

@watcher-on-wall 

[lastxdragon]

Closed Starter: Watcher-on-Wall

@watcher-on-wall

The trouble raised by the Sons of the Harpy grew with each day, but the Unsullied were bringing in the suspects for questioning as quickly as they could. Daenerys wondered yet again if following Ser Selmy’s version of Westerosi justice would work in Essos where they valued only strength. The civilized cities liked to believe themselves above the Dothraki, but they had their gladiator pits and slaves. Not many remained after she’d freed the three biggest slaving cities, but there were still some of the smaller cities that continued the practice.

Her days were spent dealing with the issues of running a city as immense as Meereen and working out new trade deals with the surrounding merchants who were used to only getting flesh trades from the pyramid city. Protests had grown louder for her to reopen the gladiator pits, though they disgusted her, Daenerys had begun to listen to arguments that came from former slaves who wanted to use the pits as a means of employment. Her Meereen advisors constantly worked at her to reopen their form of entertainment even going so far as to suggest she take a Meereen noble as her King to make herself more appealing to their traditions.

Missandei was one of the few voices telling her to follow her heart when it came to avoiding any alliance with the former Masters, but Ser Jorah managed to convince her that reopening the pits for the free people was the best course of action. She hadn’t wanted to attend, but there was a huge celebration at her announcement and Daenerys found herself trapped in being there for the opening day. That is how she found herself under the shade of a tent on the edge of the arena while two fighters were brought forward. Something immediately seemed suspicious. The man was accompanied by a dwarf and she could not imagine that the little man was there willingly. He looked distinctly out of place, though his companion was well-muscled with a wary gaze. Suddenly the fight gong was sounded.

[theexilequeen]

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The Great Hall in Winterfell was massive; it was used mostly for celebrations, and for special guests that came to visit. Standing there now, he never really understood how bare it felt without the long tables and benches the hall. This was the place that he was never allowed to sit with the family; Lady Stark found it distasteful for a bastard to be sitting at their table–finding it better that Jon sat in the back with the guards. He did not mind, it was the only time he did not mind being seen as a bastard.

Now Daenerys was here, looking at everything in the room, everything that represented the child he once was. He was now going to present the Northern People to this silver haired beauty, bringing all of them together. He watched the expressions dance across her face, noting the looks she glanced his way. A smile tugged at his lips, making it hard not to watch her and feel a emotion that he never felt before. She made her way over to him, smiling softly at his expression, resting her hands on his shoulders. The smiles faded and now was left with looks of longing, before he knew it, Dany pressed her soft lips to his.

"It will be alright,” she assured him, a gentle smile on her face. She squeezed his shoulders before letting her hands fall down to her side. “Your people love you.” She knew this for a certainty; Ser Davos had been quite clear on that point. “And this alliance is what you came to see me for, isn’t it? You accomplished what you set out to do, and we will stand united in the face of the threat from the north.”

[theexilequeen]

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“I’m well aware of that. It will be the blood of those who have opposed me, who have taken what is rightfully mine and tried to keep it from me, who deserve it.”

[lotsofprincesses]

X=hugging them.

reaction meme | accepting

The hug surprises her, it seems to have come out of nowhere. She returns it after an initial moment of confusion. When they break apart, she glaps her brother on the shoulder. “Are you alright, Jon?”

[lotsofprincesses]

continued | @watcher-on-wall

“Yes. I don’t intend on losing Winterfell again.” She’s very steadfast about this point. This is her home. She’s finally back after so many years of homesick torment; she is not leaving anytime soon.

[lotsofprincesses]

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“And while I understand that yours wants...” She can’t say “the queen”, that’s too much to ask. “Is her, but I still think that you’ve made an incredibly poor decision.”

[lastxdragon]

.=Hugging them from behind

@watcher-on-wall

She was standing on the balcony overlooking the gardens below the Red Keep, thinking about the battle, about having to say goodbye to her sweet Viserion one last time when they had defeated the Night King. It was a melancholy memory, but the Gods had been kind. Drogon and Rhaegal had survived and she looked down at them napping among the trees and flowers. 

Daenerys heard his step behind her and smiled when his arms encircled her from behind, tipping her head back to rest on his shoulder. “Is it time for dinner already?”