Because the dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest
Even in the far future, never forget the you of right
now
Wherever you are right now, you're just taking a
break
♤
Lenora Baratheon was never in control of any aspect of her life. Her mothe...
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Ser Lupus stood next to Lenora. She scratched her eyebrow as she looked across the water. "Could we fit?"
Lenora shrugged. "Depends, how deep is the water in the white knife river?"
"Deep enough, are you willing to risk your ships if it isn't?"
"I can have new ships built, I can't have Sansa die however." She turned to look at Reina. The two nodded.
Reina turned to the ships captain. He looked hesitant to enter the small river but he commanded it either way.
Three thousand ships formed a line, it took a while but eventually it was smooth sailing. The it other three thousand ships will wait at White Harbor. It was no use sending all their ships in.
Not to mention it was a risk, having all her ships in one location. And not to mention to large possibility that they will get stuck.
Arya walked over to Lenora, she had meant to ask what the plan was earlier that day. But she had been busy whispering secrets to Ser Lupus and Ser Loras.
She knew the three were plotting something but she would never know. Maybe it was something big, maybe it was just them asking what was for dinner.
It didn't matter really.
"Lenora."
The Baratheon turned to look at Arya. Greeting her with a nod. "Are you ready?"
Arya shrugged. "I'm not quite sure what I am to prepare for."
"A sack on Winterfell."
"Pardon?" Arya shuffled her feet.
Lenora pat her back. "Of the Bolton men. No true citizens of the North shall be harmed by my men."
She looked Arya up and down. Taking in her attire. Dirty shoes, baggy trousers and a ripped tunic. "Would you perhaps like a change of clothes?"
Arya smiled. "What do you have in mind?"
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"I've never worn armor before." Arya rolled her shoulders, taking in the change in mobility. "It feels like-"
"Like someone is hanging off your shoulders?" Reina laughed from her seat.
She had helped tailor the armor to fit Aryas body, it's a little loose but it's all they can do without a blacksmith.
