A daughter born admits snow with ice in her eyes and fire in her heart
A son born admits flames with fire in his eyes and ice in his heart
The union between the Wolf Lady of the North and the Dragon Prince of the South will forever be remembered as...
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299 AC, Stark Camp, Westerlands
The cells had become more crowded since Alyssa last visited her husband. It had been almost two moons now since she had stormed away from his cage after her first confrontation.
I never said I love you.
To be fair he hadn't said that. It had been implied from things both of them had said, but none of them had ever said the exact three words; I love you.
It was always 'I can't imagine my life without you' or 'You are the best thing that ever happened to me'. Was she an idiot for thinking that meant that there was more between them than just friends?
"My Lady," Brienne said, "Please allow me to come with you. The Kingslayer-"
"Is my husband," Alyssa finished, "And while he has done some unforgiving things, he loves our children to much to kill their mother. I will be fine, it's him you should worry about."
Although reluctantly, Brienne staid outside while Alyssa located her husbands cell. The moonlight shone on his dirty features and he had grown a beard since last time that was just as dirty as his hair.
Kēlio growled and Jaime, who had been sleeping or just resting, flinched back, his head snapping up so fast it was a wonder his neck didn't break. "Aly," he whispered when his eyes landed on her. The night had fallen over the camp, but her beautiful features were impossible to miss in the pale moonlight. "You are back."
"I am," Alyssa placed the bucket of water she had brought on the ground beside her. "We must all do our part when our family is fighting a war, whether it's negotiating for an alliance or sitting chained against a pole."
Jaime didn't know if it was meant as a joke or a taunt. Much like her last visit, Alyssa's expression gave away absolutely nothing. He didn't know if she was sad, if she was angry, if she was scared or if, although it was highly unlikely, she was happy.
His eyes instead travelled down to the bucket by her feet with a rug hanging over the edge and he frowned. "If possible, you look even worse than the last time I saw you," Alyssa noted.
"Thank you," Jaime said dryly, "Northern hospitality, is very different from southern."
"Aye, the North is a strange kingdom," Alyssa said sarcastically, "Us northerners usually refrain from fucking our own siblings. Weird, isn't it?"
