Winners of the Wanderlust Betting Pool - @lublblubl
Thank you so much to everyone who participated in the Wanderlust Betting Pool. In return, @bellemorte180 and I decided to make a mini drabble and edit of their choice for the winners.
Prompt:Â Something really fluff in the Game of Thrones universe
Written by @bellemorte180 | Edit by @klavscaroline
Casterly Rock was massive and the heights of the cliffs always made those who gazed into the Sunset Sea feel a drop in their stomach. It was made of dusty tan stone and the waves of the sea crashed into the base, hiding pointed rocks and sharp edges under the water. Caroline stood on the Cliffside, gazing at the sunset and wondering if this would be one of the last few times she would have the pleasure of seeing it.
Caroline was a Lannister and this was her home, the blood of the lion coursing through her veins. She had been raised on the rock, studied everything that would make her fine lady in those hals and all of her favorite memories lingered in those waves. Despite all of that, she knew that she would one day leave it; for she was a woman. It was her older brother Damon who was to inherit the house seat and name; Stefan his successor until Damon had children. Perhaps that is why Caroline and Damon always had such a rocky relationship. He was to inherit because he was the eldest male while Caroline would be pawned off to some high lord as his wife.
But are you being pawned off, Caroline? Are you really that sad about your intended groom?
She was pulled from her thoughts as a nose from a direwolf nudge her hand, begging to be petted. Direwolves were not native to the Westerlands and only one had ever set foot in it. Caroline looked down at the intimidating beast, with its grey fur, blue eyes and its massive size. She smiled wildly and began scratching the wolf behind his ears, knowing full well that he could rip the throat out of anyone who dared cross him. Perhaps that was the reason she was so fond of him. If the direwolf had found her, that only meant that Klaus was here.
âHe always did like you more than me, even when we were children.â A gruff voice sounded and Caroline turned to see her intended staring at her with a penetrating gaze. He was taller than her but only by an inch or so. His hair had that short and curly with a light blonde tint to it that his motherâs family, the Targaryens, were famous for. He had ice blue eyes that Caroline knew he inherited from his father and she swore she saw the depths of winter inside them. âI always did like you in blue.â
Caroline looked down at the soft blue gown she wore. It was made of light fabric that had silver designs stitched into it. Her sleeves were wide and held a slit that allowed her arms to be free as the silk fabric flowed in the breeze from the crashing sea. Her silver corset was tied around her waist as though it was made of the armor knights wore when they rode into a tourney. Caroline would never admit it aloud but she had chosen this dress and color specifically because she knew he was coming.
âWell, we are to be married, are we not? It would be rather rude of me not to show to the wedding.â He teased her and Caroline gave a laughter that brought the dimples in his cheeks out to play. He looked out into the sea and Caroline noticed the serene look upon his face. He was happy and knowing the tortured life he had prior to her meeting him, it made Caroline happy to see it. âI always loved it here. We will be back. I promise you that.â
âYou were fostered her as a child Klaus, I would hope you loved it here.â Caroline told. She remembered the first time she laid eyes on Niklaus Stark (nee Snow). He was the bastard turned legitimized son of a Targaryen woman, whose other children belonged to her brother-husband Mikael Targaryen, and Ansel Stark. Caroline was six years old and he was eight. At first, they bickered and fought like the worst of them but when Damon had taken a joke to far, it was Klaus who stood up for her. Since then, the two were inseparable and Caroline cried on her fifteenth birthday when Klaus was being sent back to Winterfell to take his place as heir.
âIt wasnât Casterly Rock that I loved Caroline. Surely youâve discovered that by now. As if my letters were not clue enough.â Klaus told her and a mischievous smirk played on his lips. Caroline blushed at the memories of the letters they had exchanged over the years. If her brother knew of them, she was sure that she would have gotten a severe punishment. Those letters were locked away in her trunks, prepared to travel to the North with her. âYou could have made me love the mysteries of Asshai, Caroline. The location matters not, as long as you are there.â
âYou always were one for pretty words and prettier pictures.â
âPretty as they are, it does not make them any less true.â Klaus told her and leaned down to kiss her lips gently, the direwolf bemoaning the sight in jealousy. The wolf was always far more protective of Caroline than Klaus, even when they were children. âThe North is cold, brittle and harsh but I have faith that you will thrive there Caroline. We will make Winterfell our home. We will fill the walls with children and the woods with wolves.â
âWill there be dragons?â
âIf my sister makes an appearance, Iâm sure.â Caroline chuckled, all but clapping her hands at the thought. Rebekah was a force to be reckoned with, having nurtured and hatched five dragon eggs since the age of twelve. Caroline had met them once when they had flown over Casterly Rock when she wanted to meet her brother. âAlthough Iâm more concerned with the lion that will roam the walls and warm my bed.â
âA lion?â Caroline asked, ignoring his implication of their marriage bed. If their letters were any indication, Caroline knew that he had fantasized about having her for years and she still could feel the bruising passion of his lips pressed against hers as he said goodbye to her on these very rocks nearly five years previously. âYou make me sounds so fearsome.â
âBut you are, Sweetheart. You have the heart of a lion and even my sister, who Iâm sure could breathe fire if she tried, was impressed by you.â Klaus kissed her again and Caroline marvelled in the feeling. âIâve loved you since we were children and I know that you will be a fearsome Lady of Winterfell. Personally, I cannot wait to hear you roar.âÂ
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