The Northern Mountains

~Two~

two

"Hartlyn..." Jon murmured to himself as he pulled himself up from the rug he was sprawled across. Ghost had found himself very comfortable lying on the massive bed, red eyes warily watching the deity.

The former Night's Watchman fell silent for a moment, this time glancing around the room that was rather luxurious. Like the chambers in Winterfell, he would hide in when he was a child, playing with his half siblings.

The man rubbed his jaw, trying to set his mind straight as too many things were muddling around his thoughts. Unanswered questions that were wild and outrageous.

He turned his eyes back to the shadow like figure, "That woman-"

"Is my Mistress," Death bowed his head in assurance. His smirk was hidden by his hood, all the details of his plans pulling together. Soon, the man would be able to see past his Mistress's beauty and see the person she truly is.

"She is the one you want me to keep company?" Jon was so confused. With beauty like her's how could she be alone in what seemed to a magnificent castle, judging by the throne room and the bed chambers he currently occupied, "How are suitors not lining up at her doors?"

The deity tilted his head at the former Night's Watchman, watching him curiously as the baffled expression took hold of his still blood stained face. A tug in his stomach took his attention away from the rambling man, forgive me, Jon Snow-"

This snapped Jon's almost pitch black eyes to Death.

"My Mistress awaits..."

And with that, he dissolved into the shadows once more, leaving the man to collapse in the cushioned armchair beside the blazing fireplace.

:3

"What have you done?" The deity was met with anger filled eyes, the usual emerald green now resembled a certain killing curse.

"I wished for you to not be in any more pain, Mistress." Death murmured, humbly. He really did love her. Like one loves their child, knowing that they would become something beautiful and capable of changing the world.

"You bring someone, a strange man covered in dirt and blood into my home, my sanctity!" Hartlyn's voice slowly grew louder as her outrage thrived, powering her core enough to let her magic aura fill the room.

The brilliance of the golden air surrounding her like a halo of light was stunning, a sight to behold as she rose from her throne.

Death turned his skeletal hands, a show of submission and apology, "Hartlyn, can you not feel the danger you are in? Such power you hold might not kill you, but it could destroy your mind. You need someone besides your beloved wolf-"

The red haired woman threaded her fingers through Morrigan's fur, leaving the beast to hum with delight. She didn't notice the deity kneel before her and it wasn't until he touched her face, cupping her cheeks that her now softer eyes stared into the blackness of his hood.

"-Your future would hold so much destruction and pain, if you did not have this man in your life, however you choose to have him."

"Why him?"

Hartlyn could sense Death's smile as he backed away, his fingers gently caressing her face, "You are one half to a whole, Mistress."