Lady Amelia Lannister is the youngest daughter of Lord Tywin Lannister, and is suddenly torn between her family or following her heart's desire. Will she survived the deadly game of thrones?
(NOTE- I created the character, Amelia Lannister, and Hun...
Okay guys this is going to be a short chapter one.
And someone familiar is coming back...the next chapter will resume back to Amelia's POV.
Right now it's just going to be nobody's POV, well basically Im the one narrating...so I don't know. 😂
***(Nobody's POV)***
It was dark in the cold evening hours of the wolf, somewhere in Riverrun. The men who were cloaked in dark greys, blacks and reds were digging something up.
While a women wearing a dark cloak, watch from the side as she waited.
"My lady, are you sure we should do this?" one of the men asked.
"He has a part in this war to come." the women replied.
"So you're telling me you saw it in the flames?" he asked.
"Yes." she simply replied.
The grave was finally dig up and the body was pulled out from the cold ground. It was carefully covered in a substance that kept it perverse for another few years before it could rot.
The women looked down at the dead men's face and recognizes it immediately. She soon ordered her men to take the dead men back into the lodging that they were staying.
The wind was slightly getting colder, which means soon it will be time. She carefully grabbed her stuff and slowly worked her magic.
The women pulled down her hood and removed her cloak, long wavy red hair came down. Followed by a red dress in the color of blood, her skin was pale and she harbored blue eyes. With a necklace she wore that she only took off once just to see how she will looked.
She then started to speak valyrian and began with her magic. Everyone watched carefully.
"Urnet luo belma pryjātās! Vale es mos ald rīzy sprūmios!"
She kept chanting it over and over. Then once she was done, she left the room. Followed out by everyone, as they waited for the dead men to return back from the dead.
The women...better known as the red priestess, by the name, Milsandre. She watched the flames waiting for her Lord of Light to give her an answer.
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But as usual, she never gotten an answered from the lord. Everyone slept in another lodging, as they fear that something might go wrong.
However, Milsandre refused to move from her place, as she stated that the fire is enough to keep her warm.
As the night came closer she let sleep take over her, as did the others. Hopefully that the lord will allowed one of it's important servants to come back.
The dead man, that was laying on the table started to slowly breathe in and out. What's going on?! He thought. Blurry images came to his mind...
The images were of a castle in the distance where the sounds of a little boy calling out to his mother. Then the mother appeared, she had golden hair...she looks familiar. He thought.
The women turn around and I couldn't make out her faces.
"I missed you." she whispered. "Who are you?" I asked.
She smile sadly. "You've forgotten me already? Have you forgotten your son as well?"
"My son...?"
I looked at the little boy and he had dark brown hair like mine, but bright emerald eyes...I looked at the women in front of me. She also had emerald eyes...
"It can't be..." he whispered.
The darkness came and he felt his lungs aching for air.
"Amelia!"
Hw shot up and open his eyes to see that he was in a room. He looked down to see if everything was real and it was.
He placed his hand over his chest and he felt beating heart. I'm alive again, he thought. I looked out the window and saw that it was the hour of the wolf.
By next morning, Milsandre came in and she was surprised that the men she brought back to life. Is now alive.
After everything was explained to him, he was told that they will be going to Dragonstone to meet the true Queen of Westoros.
But before they went, Milsandre thought it would be the best for them to stay here for a bit before they moved.
The wind blew his tangle dark brown hair as he went outside to see that he was in the Riverlands.
More importantly, he was at Raventree Hall...his birthplace.
Milsandre came up to him.
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"Welcome home, Lord Blackwood."
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...TO BE CONTINUED...
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And that's for this chapter guys! It's late now in the night. Hope you like this chapter!
You think Amelia is going to be happy? Or will she be furious that Hunter joined forces w/ Dany??
