SEQUEL TO POPPY
❝ The strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of Earth. Darkness will be your cloak. Your shield. Your mother's milk. Darkness will make you strong. ❞
GAME OF THRONES - SEASON 4-7
THE POPPY SAGA - 3
THE MOR...
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Every night Hermione went to sleep she saw the same thing and every morning she woke up screaming with a fading recollection of the nightmare.
Night after night after night, Hermione was taken through the blizzard, to the Great Hall of Camelot that houses all her dead ancestors and herself which combusted into flames. After which she was taken to her father's cell, he always seemed more broken and battered than the last. From there she disappeared to the ruins of the King's Landing throne room. Clare sat idly on the Iron Throne beside the young boy Hermione had never seen before but had her golden eyes and a gilded crown in his lap. Then, on a perfectly timed schedule, right as she closed in on the children, Jon called for her, she came running, he was stabbed, dead men stood behind her waiting until Jon attacked her.
It was always the same and yet, Hermione had no idea what any of it meant.
"Come on," Hermione snaps as at half-asleep Robb as she jumped up and began to stomp out their fire. "We should get going while the night is still here."
"What?"
"Come on!" she said yanking him up.
By the time the sun had begun to peek above the horizon Hermione and Robb had made a considerable dent in their journey. "Still have no idea where we're going," Robb poked, his head lazily laying on Hermione's shoulder as they rode on the grassy plains.
"I do know," Hermione lied. "It's just... a secret. From you because you don't know how to keep your big mouth shut."
"Oh because there are so many people around us to blab to."
Hermione shook her head and felt as a considerable amount of heat moved right under Robb's head.
"Seven hells!" He yelped jumping away from her. "You can't make a bloody fire, but you can burn me."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's not that easy," she smirked. "I can't always control it."
Robb tended to his heated cheek before asking, "What is it anyway? Are you one of those followers of the Lord of Light? Is that what they were teaching you in that School of Etiquette?"
