𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑，𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑

☼ 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓
𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎 𝖆𝖒 𝖆 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓
𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖎 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖎𝖓 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍,
𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 ☽

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❛ O gods, let me sing the song of the anger of the Panther, that brough the death of the lions.

Many a brave soul did it send hurryingdown to the hells,
and many a hero did it yield a prey to dogs and vultures.

Sing, Death, sing of the fury of the panther and her wolf husband,
who made the earth and heaven bleed and enriched your kingdom of servants.

Golden are your dead eyes and golden are those of the panther.

She brought the war to the beaches of Westeros.
Shields have been broken and spears have been broken.
Red is the color that stains her fur.

Sing, Goddess, you who are made of ichor and nectar,
being divine and celestial,
you owe such a great debt to mortals made of ashes and dreams.
The panther and the wolf will feast at your golden table, drinking from silver cups and eating with cutlery covered with the most precious gems made by Hephaestus.

Oh, God, you who welcomed them into your kingdom,
you made them immortal.❜

❝but what of their love?❞
asked a voice in the dark,
quietly.

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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 roam Westeros and arrive at King Robb Stark's encampment faster than the dark wings of the ravens, they have crossed the sea to tell the young wolf the tragedy that befell the 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒: how blood has stained crimson the temple of the moon.

They stabbed the wrong panther, he  though. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒, 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒.
He feels it in his 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓, he feels it in his 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒.
Her heart still beats and her breath will become condensed in winter once again, he knows it.
He closes his eyes and under his lids he can see the beautiful 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 staring at him, lips as red as blood, sunburned skin and the 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒 on his head. And Robb swears to himself it won't be just a 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌. The war will end, he will have had their revenge, and then he can go back to her.

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌. 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀, the bravest and kindest woman he had ever met. The dreamer who did not dream of marrying handsome and rich men like other girls her age, but distant and foreign lands. Her friend whose greatest concern was the welfare of her people. Her closest childhood friend who grew more and more beautiful from year to year, but who didn't seem to care in the least.

𝐎𝐇, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐑. Robb Stark thought. And she will not only take his men and her weapons with her, but her anger as well. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.