Blood In the Godswoods

Praying to the Gods

Daenerys Pov
The Wall (Castle Black)

Gusts of icy wind fan my face, skin cold to the touch feeling like a million needles poking my face with every gust. We made it back to the Wall hours ago, hours with no sign of Robb. My whole body aches with fear, dread as I stand at the top of the Wall looking out upon the deep winter woods below that stretches endlessly. Hoping, Praying to the gods that some way some how he defeated the odds and comes back to us. To me. Dragons screech through the air in agony as they feel the sadness within me.

Snow softly crunches under Tyrions footsteps as he comes near, "Your grace." bowing his head. I don't acknowledge him, I stare straight ahead not willing to beak my eyes away from what's in front. Not wanting to miss any sign of Robb. Tyrion sighs deeply and shifts on his feet nervously "Your grace, it's starting to get late, I know how you must feel, leaving. But it will be dark soon. We must leave soon, we cannot travel back to Dragonstone in the dark."

I turn my head right eerily slow looking down at Tyrion calmly my voice low full of authority "We are not leaving. I'm not leaving. If you don't agree with my decision you are free to go serve your "Queen" sister. He is still out there." turning away I scrape and pick at my nails unconsciously clawing off layer after layer of my fragile skin, torrid blood slithers down my fingertips, fog steams out from within my dragon blood 'he has to'.

I look back upon the winter forest caught up with the turmoil raging through my mind, as the sun disappears slowly under the horizon.

Prussian blue seeps Carnation.
Carnation seeps Eminence. Eminence seeps Midnight.

High trees fade within the night sky. The horn blows sending a jolt down my body, patterning of feet move abruptly down below "Rider approaching!" rings out. I lean over the edge of the lookout attempting to see who it may be. My eyes shift to the sound of lone hooves nearing the gate. All I see is a horse with someone slumped on top. My heart plummets , with wide eyes I back away from the edge and walk swiftly down the staircase in a hurry.

"Open the gates!" I walk over to the men crowding the courtyard, pushing through to the front I stand by Jorah and Jon. A brown horse with icicles frozen to its hair comes riding in. Jon runs up and grabs the horses reigns bringing it to a halt, "who is it" a couple men call out. Nerves rack through as I pick at my nails again, I don't know what I'll do if it isn't Robb.

Jon moves the hair out the unconscious man's face, getting a good look at his face. "Robb" he says lowly, relief flushes away, hope swells in my veins. "It's him" Jon says again loudly Jorah rushes over to them and helps Jon pick Robb up off the horse. His limp arms slung over both of their shoulders, head slumped over sways from side to side. "Bring a maester!" jon yells to anyone, they practically run out the courtyard. Trailing behind them we walk into the closest room.

I stand by the door as Jon and Jorah lay him on the bed. He's frozen. Covered in ice and snow his clothes shatter and crack with every rip as they try to get his frozen clothes off. The maester walks in swiftly with multiple thick furs. He walks over to Robb and feels his heartbeat "His pulse is getting slow, here lays these on him to get his temperature going again. Fix up a fire and candles. He needs to get warm fast because he doesn't have a lot of time left."

All I can feel is dread, My hand lifts and rubs against my aching heart, trying to soothe the jolts of pain. I didn't know I felt this much for Robb until now, Until the thought of losing him when he just came into my life. I can't imagine being Queen without him conquering with me too.

Jon lays the fur blankets over Robb, covering his cold naked body chest littered with deep battle scars. Jorah starts the fire, an orange glow fills the room. I move away from the door and walk more into the room, grabbing a sliver of wood off the side table. I walk over to the fire and light the wooden sliver on fire, walking around the small room I light every candle. By the time I was done Jorah and Jon were gone away to fill up the boat with our belongings for the morning.

Now it's just me and Robb alone in the quiet room. Warmth swirls in the air as the fire and candles start to warm up the cold room. Blowing out the flame wooden sliver, I walk over to the side of Robb laying on the bed. He looks peaceful with his luscious curls cover his forehead. His chest rises up and down slowly calming my nerves. He's okay.

Lifting up my hand it hovers over his chiseled face slow and timid I caress his cheek admiring his beautiful cheekbones, running my fingers along his strong jawline.

I sit down in the rocking chair beside him not wanting to leave him alone. I have to keep an eye on him. Leaning back in the chair it rocks back and forth, I sit here just watching him sleep for hours. A million things running through my mind. The war. The Seven Kingdom. Trust. Love? not love but a deep sense of connection, understanding, desire, longing to know more about Robb Stark.

In the early hours of the morning, sun barely rising in the dark sky. I still sit in the rocking chair reading a book Jon gave me earlier, about early Targaryen history before the Doom of Valyria. It's been keeping me company distracting me from worrying.

Sighing I close the book and lay it down in my lap. He still hasn't woken, but he looks better now his rosy lips are back that once were blue. I reach over and take his warm hand in mine caressing his fingertips.

The sun starts to peak through the room, his hand still in mine when a slight tug on my fingers snaps me out of my thoughts. My heart speeds up, eyes gone wide and frantic I look up at Robb's face and his eyes flutter open slightly adjusting to the light. "Robb?" I stand abruptly the book falls to the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him I squeeze his hand lightly.

Gray eyes find mine lost in each other. Longing glazes over his as he stays quite staring deeply into my violet eyes. Guilt washes over me for leaving him there all alone I look down at our conjoined hands and finally break away from his eyes that always seem to held me captive. "I'm sorry." looking up at him "I'm so sorry for leaving you" i rasp out biting back tears. "No no, you did nothing wrong Dany, I told you to. You had to be okay." low and raspy he caresses his thumb on top my hand. 

Butterflies swirl in my stomach feeling his large fingers rub against mine. "I wish I could've done more. I wish you've never gone." shaking his head lightly "I don't. If we didn't go we wouldn't have seen it You have to see it to know." his hand breaks away from mine the loss of warmth makes my stomach drop.

Surprising me he lifts his hand he reaches close to me and tucks a white strands of hair behind my ear sending shivers of anticipation "We are going to destroy to the Night king and his army. Together. You have my word Dany." staring deeply into my eyes, a comfortable silence lingers. "Dany?" in a teasing and confused tone, a small smile plays on my lips as he laughs lowly, a beautiful laugh I must admit.

Sighing I slowly get up, sadness glazes over his face for a quick moment and then it's gone. Laying my hand lightly over his leg"You should get some rest, we leave soon." I give him a small smile and turn away picking up my book on the way out.