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NOTE: Due to not knowing Jojen's age I'm going to say he's 18, and Alynna (Ah-Lin-na) 17.
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Alynna
"Once there was a dragon," Daenerys petted my midnight hair as I laid on the captain's bed. "This dragon was unlike any other. For this dragon could not breathe fire. The red flame neither burnt nor hurt the dragon but many looked down on the dragon, for it was a dragons birthright to breathe the orange flame. And what is a dragon without its birthright?
"One day a royal army captured free dragons off the coast where the flame-less dragon lived. And knowing she was at a disadvantage, the flame-less dragon swooped it and attacked the fleet. In an instant the flame-less dragon was subdued by the fleet and was on the verge of being beheaded when she heard a squeal--the fleet had captured a yearling dragon and detained it in the brig. With a vicious roar, the flame-less dragon's eyes turned an unearthly blue; the water shook the boat, the once blue skies turned grey and lightning struck the mast, setting the ship a flame.
"The Royal crew perished in the sea and the dragons were freed. All but the flame-less dragon who drowned with the crew. But the dragons never forgot the flame-less dragon and her bravery. They sang songs about the dragon who controlled the seas; passing it down from one generation to the next--The Storm Bringer."
I bolted upright from my bed at Renly Baratheon's war camp. Sweat trickled down my face as I relieved my final moment with my dear sister Daenerys in a sleep state. The moment I raised my sheets to get out of bed Loras Tyrell called from the entrance of my tent.
"Come in," I threw a robe over myself. He peeked his head in before coming to stand in front of me and giving a little bow.
"My lady--"
"Don't," he looked up with slightly wide eyes as I cut him off. "Do not call me a 'lady'. I'm just an orphan King Renly so kindly picked up from the streets due to your sister's...charitable tendencies."
Loras stifled a laugh. Looking at me with a smirk; "Are you not a girl?"
"I've had 17 NameDays. I'm not a girl." I rolled my eyes and hissed the word.
"Then are you not a female?"
Debatable.
"If so," he didn't wait for me to respond. Bowing once more; "Then you are a lady."
Well he got me there.
"What do you want, Sir Loras?" I made my way to a mirror that stood on a makeshift dresser. I almost laughed at the sight before me; such unruly unkept hair sticking from anyway imaginable. It's a wonder how Loras was able to look at me without belting out a laugh.
"The Queen wishes to have tea with you later in the day."
The words 'piss off' we're on my lips before I could even blink. Luckily my terribly stupid brain realized it would be a mistake to anger the Queen when my sole duty in Westeros is to get close to those near the iron throne. And having the Baratheon's on my side, since they share the same blood as the current King of the Seven Realms. Viserys, whom I haven't heard from for a good year and a half, would be furious if I were to die half way through my mission. Not out of brotherly love, gods no, more like a tantrum because the poor baby Prince will have to work even harder for the throne. But Daenerys on the other hand, she would mourn like any relative would.
"I would be honored," I did a small curtsy before adding a, 'Sir' at the end. Loras smiled and with a quick bow, practically, ran out of my tent.
With the new solitude my mind drifted back to my dream. I haven't seen, nor heard from, Dany since the day I set sail to Westeros. A hard pang hit my heart as my sudden desire to see her face again grew.
A year and a half have passed since our older brother, Viserys, ordered me to become cozy with Westerians and climb my way up the noble ladder to strike down the iron throne from the inside. A year and a half since I've heard from any of my siblings. They could be dead by now for all I know and all this plotting and killing that goes through my head when I sit amongst Westerians would be for nothing.
'Well,' I sighed as I finish running a brush through my hair. 'Margaery will take her sweet time before calling me. I have enough time to get some more rest.'
I changed from my night gown to a golden dress Margaery made for me so I could pop out of bed in a blink of an eye. Then before I could even reach my bed, my knees buckled and my eyesight went blurry before I felt myself crumble to the floor and my world rush in black.
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It was day. My setting--some sort of plaza. Merchants were pushing past me trying to earn their income. Looking down I saw that I was wearing the same dress I was wearing before I fainted. Curious thing dreams are; you are aware and ignorant of everything all at once.
"Lost?" I heard a sarcastic voice behind me. Turning around I saw a boy not much taller than me with dirty blonde hair. He wore Northerner's cloth as well as a smirk. His brown eyes sparkled with laughter and mischief as if he knew something that I didn't. "You're very pretty. I'm glad you're pretty."
I furrowed my brows at the boy in front of me. It wasn't the first time I was called pretty but it was the first time I didn't mind being called so. "Who are you?" I straightened my back and looked him straight in the eye. He seemed to find this funny and started to close the space between us with every sentence exchanged; "You look very regal. Very princess like."
A step.
"Who are you?"
A step.
"Beautiful weather we're having ain't it? Oh, mi lady." He sarcastically added with a bow before taking another step.
"I'm not a lady," I growled. "Now--Who. Are. You."
A step.
"Ah, you're right. No lady would ever be rude like that. Princess." He smirked once more. I willed my body to take a step back but my feet were glued to the floor. Something about this boy was off. His eyes were fixed on me like a lion and its prey, but that's not what bothered me. What made me uneasy was the way everything about him seemed so real. Yet what really scared me was the fact that I wanted him to come closer. Something about him intrigued me, when it should frighten me.
"Isn't Winter coming fast? Never experienced Winter before, I'm a Summer baby. You?"
A step.
"If you're not going to tell me who you are then at least tell me what you're doing here."
Two steps.
We were now close enough to reach out and touch one another. I had to look up a bit to meet his eyes. He still had that same smirk as when we first met. His brown eyes reflecting the sun's rays. He crinkled his nose as he switched his smirk for a smile.
"Why, I just want to meet the very person who is going to save me."
And then I woke up.
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Storm Bringer (Jojen Reed) --Discontinued--
Fiksi Penggemar--As of right now the story has been discontinued due to lack of motivation-- "He stared at me. And I at him. We stared for what seemed like an eternity, the rest of the world fading into the background. I asked for his name, but he kept going off t...
