DISCONTINUED
amaris smiled and her eyes filled with melancholy tears as she looked at jon snow, the man she loved but could never have.
jon snow x oc
season 1 - season 8
highest #32 in fanfiction
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but must it always be a tragedy? maybe suns are meant to love boys who fall into seas.
-dear poets, it's time to rewrite icarus // p.d
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"Will you go south again?"
Amaris took her eyes away from the scroll and looked to Sansa and Arya. "Do you think I should stay here?"
Arya's face was a blank slate, but Amaris could see the worry in Sansa's crisp blue eyes. Sighing, Amaris stood. She glanced down at the small crib; Robb was sleeping soundly without a care in the world. Her insides clenched and twisted. No matter what, she would keep him safe. Nothing else mattered.
"I don't know," Sansa confessed.
Amaris chewed on the inside of her lip. A harsh, coppery taste touched her tongue from the force of the bite. She looked back down at the words Cersei Lannister's hand wrote to her.
Daenerys Targaryen is a plague upon Westeros. Join me in defeating her and I will name you Wardeness of the North. I will not take up arms against you and your family. Deny me and I will destroy you.
"Cersei cannot be trusted," Sansa continued. "I don't trust Daenerys either."
"I agree." Without any hesitation, Amaris crumpled the scroll and tossed it into the blazing fire. She could still taste blood as she clenched her jaw. Daenerys had yet to return and it had every nerve in her body on edge. "Perhaps... perhaps we play both sides. Neither Daenerys nor Cersei will give us the freedom we desire, but if we play this game correctly... neither of them will be alive by the end of the war."
Both Sansa and Arya raised their eyebrows at her. Before anything else could be said, the sharp, familiar knock of Maester Wolkan shot through the silence.
"Your grace, Lord Tyrion wishes to speak with you."
"Very well," Amaris said, squeezing her eyes shut and suddenly very glad she'd thrown the scroll into the fire. She crossed the room and picked Robb out of his crib. He curled against her chest, nuzzling his face into her neck.
Tyrion entered slowly, a grave look on his face. "Your grace, Lady Stark, Lady Stark."
Arya narrowed her eyes at Tyrion, a glimpse of annoyance crossing across her face at the title. Sansa nodded stiffly at the man.
"What do we owe this visit to, my lord?" Amaris asked, shifting Robb further up in her arms.
He gulped audibly and reached into the pocket of his tunic for something. He pulled out a scroll, but did not hand it to her. "I received a raven from Queen Daenerys just now," he said.
Amaris flattened her hands on Robb's back so that she would not clenched her fists. She held him tighter and hardened her gaze. Tyrion unfurled the scroll and glanced down at it.
