Noah [Game of Thrones] ✓

Disturbed

Noah had lead her best friend in years to his death. She had watched his skull get shattered into little pieces, while she had turned to flee as tears had already begun choking her. She didn't want anyone to see her in such state. The only one she would have allowed to see her like that laid there. Dead. Mangled. Torn apart. And she was left to rush away from his gravesite. Of course her disappearance hadn't gone unnoticed and a pair of feet had been quick to follow her.
The moment she had deemed herself alone her legs broke away from beneath her as she screamed out all her anguish. It had been three years since she had fallen into this godforsaken shithole of a world. And in those three years she had lost more people dear to her than she had lost in 15 years. It was torture.
Worse than anything she before had to suffer. And she had to disown her whole family and emotionally and physically fight them to be able to be together with the man she loved. All of that was nothing compared to the picture of seeing ones most trusted friends head be popped like a zit. And there she was, screaming her throat raw. Blinded by sadness. A hand takes hers, a hand she recognises instantly. "Varys..", she whispers, her voice hoarse. "He meant this much to you?" Wiping her eyes free of tears, even if just for a moment, Noah looks up at the spider, gritting her teeth, baring them like an animal. "I will kill him. I will see him die. And it will be by my own two hands. Nobody gets to touch him. Not until I am done with him." It is a bloody promise made by the Rose hidden in the Sirens chest. And one ought to remember that devouring flesh was what Sirens were known to do. "What are you going to do?" Noah smiles. "What am I going to do? I will bury my friend with all the honour he deserves. I will send his paramour, brother and children message of his death, of it's cause and of the mountains confession. I will send it along with a promise to deal with that massive shitstain and a few tokens for them to remember him by. Then I will pack my bags and me and Prometheus will leave for the wall, climb up that piece of shit and maybe throw ourselves over the edge if Jon isn't there to stop me. It is time for me to truly show them what a northern rose is capable of.", Noah hisses lowly. "Those are big promises. How do you think to do all of that?" "I will reunite the North under Jon and  Sansa." "You know where she is?" "And you don't?" Noah barks our a hysterical laugh. "Did you plan all of that?" "No. I just realised that few people would have the guts to do such a thing. Tywin Lannister. Olenna Tyrell. Petyr Baelish. Oberyn Martell. Oberyn was by my side the entire time. We only were apart when we slept. Tywin is a family man. Nothing weighs more than the family name. And Joffree, for better or worse, was his family. He wouldn't have touched him. "Olenna Tyrell had far more to gain from Joffree staying alive than having him dead. Although I do not deny the thought of her involvement lingers on my mind. Who is left? Tell me, my friend. Who is the son of a bitch left?" "Petyr Baelish. But why should he.." "He wanted Catelyn. Have you not heard the story of how he got his name? Brandon Stark left him with it and a carved up stomach after he wanted to fight him to be able to marry her.
She went on to eventually marry Ned and he was left to long after her. He isolated her from her sister. And I highly doubt Jon Arryn dying was due to age or his health. Now he is in control over the vale. But what else does he want? He doesn't want Lysa Arryn. He wanted her sister. And Sansa is the looking glass reflection of her mother. So he wants Sansa. But she is too smart to fall into his arms like the naive girl that came to kings landing would have had.
So he needs to break her to swoop in and save her, then to turn her against everyone but him and make her his own on his path to have himself on the iron throne with her by his side like the good little wife he wants her to be. There is one person in all of the seven kingdoms bold enough to do it for him and ruthless enough to go behind the Lannisters for it. Who is that?" Varys hesitates, as he struggles to comprehend what the completely lost young woman was telling him. "Roose fucking Bolton. The cunt that organised Robs murder with the Freys. His, that of my Lady Catelyn, and that of his pregnant wife. But since Roose Bolton is married to that fat little woman he'll hand her over to Ramsay. The boy that has people hunts in the forests, sending his dogs to tear them apart. The boy who has singlehandedly tortured and killed more men than any other Northerner except maybe the Wildlings or free folk as they like to be called. In other words I am sure than Sansa is being sold off to the Boltons by Baelish. And the Boltons hold Winterfell. I will get Jon and unite the northern houses against the Boltons. If I am there early enough to not only arrive there and join the battle seeing as I will be traveling on horse or foot and I can't leave Prometheus without food for too long. I will deal with the Boltons. Then I will deal with the mountain. Then with the rest of this fucked up world and when finally every person I love has been avenged.." Noah looks up and directly into Varys's eyes. "... I will go home." "You are certain that you are correct with all of your assumptions?" "I've talked over it for hours with Oberyn. He said it must be the truth." "Why didn't you testify then?" "Because I couldn't. This was his chance of personally avenging his sister. His nieces and his nephews. He said that he trusts me to do it for him in case he'd fail." Noah pulls the dornish dagger from beneath her dress. It was Oberyns dagger. Pressing it against her lips her eyes turn dark with hatred. "And I will not fail."

"You too will leave." It was more of a statement than a question. "I'm getting Lord Tyrion out of Westeros. We will go to Essos where he may pledge his alliegence to Daenerys Targaryen and live to see another day of his house once she arrives with her dragons." Noah smiles, her eyes glossed in sadness. "Good. You'd do good to leave with him." She allows for a small pause. "I don't doubt we'll see each other again, my friend. Give her my kindest greetings and tell her to have Dorne back her." "I doubt they'd have a Targaryen.." "Doran Martell wouldn't. But I doubt he'll have a choice." "What do you mean?" "If it were me and the brother of my lover or my uncle would refuse to avenge our family I would take control by any means. Right now that time has come. I do not condone killing. But in this case I will accept it as merciful opposed to what I truly want to do to these fuckers."
With that she leaves. And Varys felt a whole lot wiser. It took a lot to turn the kind Winterrose to a raging Siren who attacks from murky waters, pulling men underwater and devouring them whole. But it had happened. And by the gods was he glad not to be on the list of her enemies. "Noah.." She turns to look at him. "Who is Prometheus?" Noah whistles and is soon joined by the ever growing wolf. It had already reached a height taller than some ponies get. The animal seemed to sense its owners anger and pain, baring its teeth. "It is time for a hunt, my friend. And our prey better runs fast."