𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 . 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘱 . 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 & 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 . it was easier with maps , battle plans that could not speak back , though will them as he may . it was easier to believe their only enemy now lie in the south , licking their wounds & waiting for the next moment to strike . he remembers the last as clearly as the day . the sound of that haunting tune littered with the shrill screams of those who he would never be able to forget . a stone faced man from the naive boy that had entered those halls .
but he tries to focus . keeping his sights upon the dragon queen & her army , as minuscule as it seemed . never revealing your hand was the right call , he’s done it before . though now it seemed as though his was far too realistic . listens to her titles , thinks to himself how impressive they may seem but words & actions have always made a difference with the north . though robb stark refused to survive his own assassination only to bend the knee as torrhen stark once had . to lose the faith of his people was an unacceptable outcome .
there is no one there to list his titles , for he hates hearing them more than he hates the weight of them .
❛ aye as I appreciate you makin’ the trip . we’ve much to discuss & I hope ye’ can forgive the state our encampment . this war has not been kind to any of us , your grace . ❜
the guards separate as they pass , sharp eyes judging her , judging him . when they had heard the king in the north had agreed to meet with this self proclaimed queen of the seven kingdoms their thoughts had ignited into the worst of ideas . but robb would refuse to play the part of the king who kneeled . there would not be another stark to fall to such a travesty & certainly not him .
❛ you wish to claim the iron throne for yourself . I fought a war where four others had once wanted the same . we all are fightin’ , your grace . strugglin’ for power . my people don’t want to be dragged around by those they deem as foreign so tell me , what will you do for the north ? ❜
she can feel their gazes. their piercing gazes, following the silver headed stranger with their king. strange ... all her life she’d felt like an outsider, moving place to place, always surrounded by strangers. and as much as dragonstone was her home ... it was a strange place. one she couldn’t remember. and here, in westeros - she felt more like a stranger than ever. a stranger with something to prove. for sure did not plan to be a stranger for long.
“ there is nothing to forgive, ” she says, briefly glancing over her shoulder to find horses pulling wagons filled with food towards the edge of the camp. while they weren’t sure of robb starks actual numbers, she hoped this would help.
she’d heard stories about his father. a great warrior, a great man, an honorable man. she could not say the same for her father ––– her father had done terrible things to his family, terrible things to his people. she could only imagine that when people in the north thought of a targaryen, they thought of madness. but she was not her father.
“ i do, ” she concurs. her goal has never wavered. it had only been paused to liberate slavers bay. “ the north is part of the seven kingdoms. but i do not know it’s people, but it’s people know you and you know the north. under my rule you would be warden of the north, and you would have my full support. you would have my armies full support. i will fight for the north. ”
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