BLACK ICE
❝ i am the queen and
you are my subjects! ❞
IN WHICH; Robert Baratheon's
daughter gets betrothed to Ned
Starks oldest, Robb Stark.
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
IN WHICH; Robert Baratheon's
daughter goes to winterfell with
her father and meets jon snow...
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX ❝ the boltons ❞ act four . eyes don't lie
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ROOSE BOLTON and his bastard son Ramsey, rode towards the castle in Stormsland. The weather wasn't what it was like in the North, no snow, all rain. Storms.
"Father? What if that girl isn't here? If some lucky bastard already killed her?" Ramsey questioned as he rode horseback with his father, with a rather large army.
"Then we go home, she was not with child which is safe, her and the wolf's marriage ended much before she could ever have an heir."
Ramsey frowned but nodded, as they came to a stop at the gates of the castle that was large.
—— ୨୧ ——
THE silken curtains of Princess Taliana Baratheon's bedchamber billowed in the sea breeze. From her window, the gray buildings of Lorath stretched towards the horizon. For months as it had been since she had been in Lorath, she had found a fragile peace here, a world away from the iron grip of Westeros. Tonight, however, that peace was about to shatter.
A commotion echoed from below – the clang of steel, shouts in a language she hadn't heard for far too long, and the terrified cries of Lorathi servants. Taliana knew of this day, she knew they would find out she was here, Ser Aeron was by her side when he had saw the fighting in the courtyard, as she said to him he were to take no part in fighting.
A heavy fist hammered on her door. "Open in the name of Lord Roose Bolton!"
She didn't move, didn't breathe. The door splintered inward, revealing a gaunt man with eyes as cold and grey as a winter sky. Behind him, a figure lurked, all unsettling smiles and sharp teeth. Roose Bolton and his bastard, Ramsay. She recognized Roose, from his time with the Starks, Ser Aeron had his hand on his sword, as Taliana stood behind him.
Behind them, the chaos from below was closer, more visceral. Lorathi guards, clad in bronze and leather, clashed with grim, northern soldiers in steel.
