" 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧 "
The Targaryen Twins, who bathe in fire & ride the sky, come for what is rightfully theirs ... because you do not stea...
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 _______________
____ The banners of House Baratheon, a crowned stag, and House Lannister, a golden lion, stood out amongst the vast and dull green fields of the Northern Kingdom.
The Royal Family, along with their Royal Guard, marched towards the old castle known as Winterfell, the King of the Seven Kingdoms leading them.
The inhabitants of Winterfell, Highborn and Lowborn, anxiously awaited the arrival of the Royal guests as the trotting of hooves began to grow louder.
Children bounced with pure excitement, too young and innocent to understand that Northerners didn't much trust any outsiders from the South.
Walking beside his mother and Maester Luwin, Rikson Stark grinned as he watched a little girl run past him, with the most adorable giggle leaving her lips.
The children of the castle had bubbled with exhilaration ever since the news of the Royal Family's arrival had been announced by Lord & Lady Stark.
Alysanne trotted alongside her Stark master, occasionally sniffing at the air around her.
The black direwolf with red eyes, along with her siblings, had noticeably grown in the month that had passed since the Starks had found the litter.
The black pup enthusiastically barked when her red eyes laid sights on her brother, Summer.
"Gods, they grow fast."
Catelyn spoke as she glanced at the pups that began to fumble around with the other, though, her attention quickly shifted to the little boy climbing down the gray walls of Winterfell.
"Brandon!"
Rikson snickered when he noticed his younger brother, Bran, was the little boy climbing down Winterfell's walls.
"I saw the King. He's got hundreds of people."
"How many times have I told you, no climbing?"
"But, he's coming right now. Down our road." Bran responded as his feet touched the solid ground.
Catelyn walked towards her son with a stern look upon her aged features. Rikson remained where he was, with Maester Luwin standing beside him.
Catelyn placed her hands on her knees as she leaned down to be eye-level with Bran,
