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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Lenora resisted the urge to fiddle with her hands as she sat across from the mother of dragons. Daneyrse Targaryen studied the anchient Small Council chamber as they awaited for the arrival of the Targaryens hand.
Jon Snow scratched his eyebrow as the tension in the room swayed idly. Both Hanuel and Greyworm were staring directly at each other. Trying to get a read of one another while the confined themselves behind their Queens shoulders.
"Is it how you expected?" Lenora asked softly. Daenerys looked up. "The Red Keep, Dragonstone, Kingslanding?"
Daenerys hesitated, unknowing if they should speak. "Everything and more. It's ethereal to imagine that my ancestors once walked these halls."
Lenora looked down. Imagining years ago the hundreds of Targaryens that must have lived and died in these walls. And just how within the last 5 years all of her siblings lived with her within these walls. Now she couldn't even remember when the last time she saw her sister was. "I wish I could show you the Great Sept of Baelor. Unfortunately..."
"I understand." Daenerys smiled softly at Lenora. She took in her features. Although yesterday at the execution Lenora looked indifferent. Daenerys could tell she was up all night. The black begs under her red puffy eyes gave away her true feelings. "Thank you."
The door swung open. The attention of everyone in the room snapped to a swaying and mess that is Tyrion Lannister. "Apologize m-my tardency." The two Queens gave each other a look.
This is your hand?
This is your uncle?
"Nice of you to join us." Jon offered sincerely. "Now that we've all arrived, I'd like to speak about the enemy we will all be facing soon."
Lenora had already heard Jon's speech, but listened intently as he spoke. "The white walkers are marching south. And they will destroy everything they come across if we don't work together to stop them. Their army will only grow stronger with each victory. Each village they pass. Each farmer they hunt."
Daenerys nodded. "You'll have our help. You may call apon your men to come and harvest the dragon glass needed for your war. I will gather my men to march south to protect the wall."
"May I suggest." Lenora leant forward. "We should evacuate the North. Amren Arryn has been appointed head of house Arryn and by affiliation, ruler of the Eyrie. She will be more than willing to house all the unfit Northsmen."
Lenora stood up to point at the map painted on the wall. "Daenerys, if it's alright with you. Would you be willing to spare any of your men to help migrate Northerns to the Eyrie. I have thousands of soldiers already in winterfell."
