DISASTROUS ( Jon Snow )

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... and the more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows.

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For a week, Amaris spent her time with Arya and Sansa, doing the best she could to avoid Jon at all costs possible. She had no interest in seeing him. She had spent hours crying over him and would offer no more. She had her time to be sad. Now, she was more bitter than anything else, having spent two moons falling utterly in love with a man who never intended to truly love her back.

Amaris may have been a stag, but under all of that Baratheon pride she was a Martell, a viper poised to strike. At the age of five, her mother's house words had been drilled into her mind. Unbowed, unbent, unbroken. However, those were not the only words Amaris had learned from her mother. Alyss' mother had been born of House Brookstone. Their words were simple and prideful. Rise above with venom and steel. And Amaris would do just that.

"Good morning, Uncle," Amaris greeted in a flighty voice as she entered the dining hall.

"Amaris," Robert boomed, his face red with drink as he sipped wine. "Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes," she said with a small smile. "Myra is just finishing up in my chambers now. I believe she recruited a few stable men to carry my bags down to my carriage."

"Good, good," Robert said, nodding.

"Are you ready to return to Dragonstone?" Ned asked, shooting Robert a slightly disapproving side glance.

At that question, Amaris' face went alight with joy.

"Oh, very much so, my lord," she gushed. "I am so looking forward to seeing my sister and father. It has been quite some time since I have seen them. I imagine Shireen will look so grown up now."

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Midday arrived without much fanfare. Quietly, Amaris walked across the courtyard with Myra. She wanted to reach her carriage as quickly as possible, without having to see Jon Snow.

Boredom seeping through her veins, Amaris tried to wait for the stable hands to bring the horses to the carriage as patiently as possible. When her eyes met Jon Snow's figure only a few feet away, her patience was washed away with the need to get out of Winterfell as quickly as possible.

"So, is your father expecting you to be married?" Myra asked, noticing what was making Amaris so anxious.

"Yes," Amaris said, rolling her eyes. "But it's a matter, now, of who I will be marrying. I am the heir to Storm's End and my father needs our name to carry on."

"And that's why you wanted to marry the bastard?" Myra asked, her voice raised just a bit so that the wind would carry it to Jon Snow's unsuspecting ears.

"It's more to it than that," Amaris replied, a small smile on her lips. "But that was a nice aspect of him."

Myra laughed, the noise coming from the base of her throat reminding Amaris of wind chimes in a light breeze.

"Perhaps Loras Tyrell is in the market for a wife," Amaris said, giggling as she said it.

"I suppose you look enough like your uncle," Myra concurred, giggling at the crude joke as well. "Similar eyes."

"It might make it easier on Uncle Renly, yes," Amaris nodded, trying to keep her face impassive and serious.

Amaris' laughter carried over to the other side of the courtyard, filling Jon Snow's chest with infinite longing and sadness. He watched as she threw her head back, mouth opened in delight as she squeezed her eyes shut and scrunched her nose. Her black curls spilled over the tops over her shoulders, tendrils whipping at her face in the wind.

Jon forced himself to turn away from the lively, beautiful girl. He broke her heart in his in a single second, but something told him that it would take much longer than a second to mend his heart and hers. There was nothing easy about this pain, this heartache. It was much worse than getting knocked over the head by a shield practice sword. This was a pain that would take root in his limbs, lingering in his muscles and bones and blood.

Amaris wanted to say 'goodbye' to him. She wanted some kind of closure, but she knew that the pain would be so much worse if she spoke to him. So, she sent one last look in his direction, trying her best to memorize the hardness of his eyes and the way his jaw clenched and how his hair fell and how the sun reflected off of his hair.

Exhaling heavily, she stepped into the carriage and screwed her eyes shut.

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Two weeks of travelling with a broken heart left Amaris dreary and moody. Yet, her swinging moods did nothing to stop her from sprinting into her father's arms when she arrived at their castle in Dragonstone. Tears leaked from her eyes as she pressed her face into his chest and listened to the thumping of his heart.

Stannis Baratheon, a stone statue of a man, hugged his daughter back just as tightly, running a hand down the back of her head.

"I missed you so much, Father," Amaris whispered, still clinging to him.

"I missed you too," Stannis said. "I've had the chefs prepare your favorites for your return."

Wiping away her tears, Amaris beamed at her father. Stannis was not an emotional man, but just to hear him express that he missed her was more than enough.

"Come along," Stannis directed, "and tell me all about this bastard, Jon Snow."

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so i absolutely adore the relationship amaris has with her father.

i changed the faceclaim of amaris bc caitlin stasey is white and amaris is dornish which obviously means she isn't. plus, aiysha hart is gorgeous.

my social media fic of this will be called wonderstruck and i'm still trying to figure out exactly what i want to do with it, esp since aiysha hart doesn't have an instagram which will make it a little bit harder but i'll figure it out.

-bleuseys