DISASTROUS ( Jon Snow )

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her eyes hold thunder and her blood is magma. what matters love to a goddess of death?

-pele (ii) // em

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The only person in Winterfell more fretful than Amaris seemed to be Daenerys herself. With every passing moment, the Mother of Dragons grew more irritable and restless. She constantly tugged at her hands as she paced back and forth. If Amaris hadn't been trying to plan out rations for winter, she would not have been so bothered by Daenerys's nervousness.

"Are you all right?" Amaris asked with a heavy sigh as she set her quill aside to look up at the white-haired woman.

"Men are idiots," Daenerys hissed, clutching a goblet of wine tight in her hand as she stared into the fire burning brightly in Amaris's solar. "Each wants to be more brave, more heroic than the other. Even your husband. They're all the same. Heroes do stupid things, and they die."

Amaris knew Daenerys's assessment of Jon was the furthest thing from the truth, but she didn't bother correcting her. Instead, she put on a small smile and stood from her seat.

"You're worried for your friend," Amaris guessed. "Ser Jorah."

Daenerys merely nodded. Her jaw was clenched and her eyes were full of fire. Fire that could set the entire world aflame — just as she had set the bodies of the Lannister soldiers aflame. Amaris still hadn't told Jon about that. There were so many things she didn't know how to say, so many things she was hiding.

"Come with me," Amaris said, jerking her head toward the door.

"Where are we going?"

"For a history lesson."

She led Daenerys through the winding corridors of Winterfell and outside towards the crypts, stopping only when they ran into Rickon. He shot a suspicious glance at Daenerys before looking at Amaris — he'd grown in the time she'd been gone and was nearly taller than her now.

"Why are you going down to the crypts?"

She smiled softly and placed a hand on the boy's cheek. "I wanted to show Daenerys the history of your house."

The look on his face softened. "It's your house too, now," he told her. "You're my sister now."

A grin broke out on her face and she glanced back at Daenerys. She looked a bit softer than she usually did — perhaps Amaris's plan to make her see the North for what it was was working.

"Would you like to join us?" Amaris asked.

Slowly, he nodded and followed Amaris and Daenerys down into the dark depths of the crypt.

"That's my grandfather," Rickon said, pointing to a tall, stone statue. "And that's my uncle beside him." He looked at Daenerys, eyes hard once more. "They were murdered by your father."

At least Daenerys had the grace to look ashamed. "My father was an evil man," she conceded. "I am truly sorry for what he did to your uncle and grandfather."

"And that's my aunt Lyanna," Rickon said, not offering Daenerys's apology any acknowledgment. "Your brother kidnapped her."

Amaris placed a comforting hand on Rickon's shoulder and sent Daenerys a meaningful look. Her goal was for Daenerys to truly understand the pain her relatives had caused the North.

"Robb Stark's statue will go there," Amaris said, gesturing to a spot beside Ned and Catelyn Stark's statues. "He was the King in the North before my husband was named. Do you know why he was declared King in the North by all the Northern lords?"

Daenerys shook her head.

"Joffrey Baratheon murdered his father and demanded Robb bend the knee to him, but Joffrey was no true Baratheon. He was a bastard born of incest, and beyond that he was cruel. He was no fit king," Amaris said. "The North has faced far too much pain from southern rulers. Those who reside in King's Landing have no idea about the way of life up here. We are essentially two different countries. Northern independence is necessary. Can you understand why?"

There was a moment of stiff silence, and Rickon closed his fingers around Amaris's thin wrist. Finally, Daenerys spoke.

"I see what you mean."

[ ... ]

Amaris woke with a violent start. Sweat drenched her sleep shift and the fur coverings wrapped around her. With a heaving chest, she sprang from the bed and made her way to the dying fire across the room. She fell to her hands and knees and stared into the flames, begging the Lord of Light to show her something different. He didn't. The sight of Jon and his search party surrounded by the Army of the Dead, trapped on a single rock in the middle of a freezing lake, burned her eyes.

She casted a glance out the window; the sun was barely risen over the horizon. She found that she didn't care. Allowing herself a moment to gather her thoughts together, Amaris stared into the fire. No new images appeared before her, so she set her jaw and dressed herself for the day.

Wrapped in her cloak, she marched towards Daenerys's chambers and eyed the Unsullied guards carefully as she approached the door. They made no move to stop her, even as she lifted her fist to bang on the door. She was the queen here, and they respected that.

"Daenerys!" Amaris called, rapping her knuckles sharply against the wood. "I require your assistance at once."

It took several moments, but the door swung open. Daenerys's hair was down from its braids and she had a silky robe far too thin for winter wrapped around her body.

"Yes?" she asked, looking none-too-pleased with Amaris.

Amaris glanced sideways at the Unsullied soldiers before walking into the chamber and shutting the door beside her. She fell into a chair and sighed heavily. "You need to take one of your dragons beyond the wall."

"I beg your pardon?"

"If you don't, Ser Jorah and my husband and the rest of the men we sent beyond the wall will die," Amaris said, clutching her hands together. "I've seen it."

She knew how mad she must sound to Daenerys, but she cared nothing of it. There was no time for boring civilities. All she knew was that she would do anything to save the lives of the men risking their lives for her. If she could rescue them herself, she would be on her way already — but, alas, her only great power rested in the visions she was cursed with.

"What do you mean you've seen it?"

Fists clenched, Amaris rolled her eyes. "We've been over this, have we not? I can see things that have yet to happen. I can see things happening right this very moment. I can see things that happened years and years ago. We don't have time for this. Our men are going to die, and it will be our fault."

Daenerys narrowed her shocking, violet eyes. "Very well. I must admit that I've been feeling uneasy about this journey. I trust you, Amaris Baratheon. Don't make me regret it."

With a small smile on her lip, Amaris nodded. Perhaps she was finally getting somewhere with the Mother of Dragons. "Take Drogon, go beyond the wall. Fly towards the water. You cannot miss them."

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Notice that Amaris only told Dany to take one dragon... hmmm

Anyways I have a LOT of feelings about last night's episode!! If Jon keeps up that attitude towards Sansa a bitch might just have to unstan

-peterparrker