o͟͟𝐮𝐫𝐬 is … ᵗʰᵉ 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚

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@THESSTAGG / Okiii! what's your discord and I'll see if I have you on my friend list? honestly can't remember rn lmao ;-;

@The_Lost_Foxtrot   /   I’ll   go   over   on   there !    < 3

of course he didn't know of the threat they faced  —  he never knew of the true danger that was heading their way.  for as adamant as the queen was that her kingdom had to continue to stand  ,  she found continued amusement in her king facing battle with little to no information.  he was a king known for going into war without making plans.  he was constantly chastised for never thinking things though.  he has learned to live with that  —  has learned to accept the title.
            
            "why are you speaking to me about this matter to begin with?  if you are so informed about things  ,  then I'm sure you know how this kingdom works."  at this he actually let out a sigh.  his shoulders fell and a hand ran through his hair  —  he was  ..  tired of letting his land just  ..  die.  were it up to him  ,  he   /  would  /   have accepted this deal.  "you want an alliance?  you talk to the queen."

@kntrlaw-   ( … )     [        alyera   stared   at   him,   unimpressed   by   his   amusement   as   his   arms   folded   over   his   chest.   it   was   not   a   joke,   nor   were   her   words   meant   to   be   patronising.  she   had   not   come   here   to   insult   him   or   his   rule,   but   he   had   threatened   her   life   as   soon   as   she   walked   in   through   the   doors.   and   she   would   not   stand   meekly   ignoring   it.   respect   went   both   ways.      ]      I   have   no   doubt   you   can   handle   many   things   yourselves.   I   have   heard   stories   of   your   victories.     [       she   uttered,   nodding   her   head.   her   jaw   clenched   slightly   at   the   word   “ girl “,   but   chose   to   say   nothing.   instead,   she   waited,   until   he   was   finished,   lips   pursed   into   a   thin   line.     ]      
            
                   you’ve   heard   the   whispers,   haven’t   you ?       [       she   asked,   her   voice   low,   almost   reverent.     ]      of   a   force   stirring   in   the   north.   not   raiders.   not   wolves.   something   older.   something   colder.   it   moves   like   shadow   and   strikes   like   flame.   and   it   does   not   bleed.      [      she   let   the   words   hang   in   the   air,   heavy   as   snowfall   before   a   blizzard.      ]       whatever   it   is…   it   is   not   of   this   world.   and   it   does   not   care   who   wears   the   crown.   I   came   because   house   baratheon   offers     aid. 

"you think we are in need of   /  your  /   help?"  he let out a laugh at that  ,  a smile making its way on to his face.  "are you trying to make a fool of yourself?  we are perfectly capable of handling ourselves during these times.  we are used to dire situations.  my land is constantly dying.  it is the conditions we have been cursed with  —  we've learned how to survive countless different times  ,  girl."  finally  ,  the small amount of humor dropped.
            
            "the world burns  ,  my kingdom still freezes.  we never see the sun.  if there is war  ,  we will fight  —  we will kill.  we need no alliance for that.  do not insult me with such a phrase."  do not insult the   /  queen  /   was the true phrase there.  she would hate to hear such a thing.  ragnar had died countless times fighting for her  ,  but it was true that they had never lost.  he still hadn't a clue what she was  ,  but she kept them standing  ,  even in these ruins of a kingdom.  "did you come here only to insult me?"

@BEOWULFS        ( … )     [      it   was   not   fear   in   her   eyes,   but   confusion,   with   a   mix   of   determination,   that   did   not   yield.   the   woman   swallowed   gently,   her   mind   racing   as   she   stood,   back   hunched   slightly.   it   was   true,   alyera   was   used   to   warmer   weather.   kings   landing   was   almost   always   bathed   in   sunlight.   so   the   sharp   contrast   in   temperature   ( even   though   she   had   visited   winterfell   on   more   than   a   couple   of   occasions )   was   a   shock   to   her   system.   hence   the   slight   tremble   to   her   hands. 
            
                   she   eyed   the   cup   with   caution,   inhaling   as   she   gripped   the   forearms   of   the   queen   to   steady   herself.   her   emerald   eyes   flicked   upward,   meeting   the   woman’s   face.   ten   days ?   the   words   echoed   in   her   mind   like   a   distant   bell.   that   couldn’t   be   right.     ]     if   that   is   the   case,   then   thank   you,   but   I   must   leave.   I   was   travelling   with   others.   they   could   be   in   danger.    my   sword   and   cloak..   where   are   they ?    I   need   them. 

@THESSTAGG      ✷    “she is not your lady she is your ma—”     [EYES CARVED FROM THE MOST PRECIOUS OF AMETHYST GEMS avert to the young handmaiden at her side.  while she was honored to have someone like elivia represent her,  NOW WAS NOT THE TIME──ESPECIALLY NOW.      
            ⠀⠀ ⠀ here lies a woman from worlds away. alone and quite literally terrified.    Leanna cared little of formalities nor the correct ones.]    ten days.   [she’s quick to help her.   warm hands extend outward,  grabbing the woman by her elbows to steady her.  she was cold to the touch—colder than the worst winters Drakosia has ever faced. ]     
            ⠀⠀ ⠀ here,   drink this  [another woman comes forth.  it is a simple wooden cup that is offered,  the content inside red like wine only thicker—and warm]     
            ⠀⠀ ⠀ ruby tea made from the leaves of a ruby tree   … it will keep you warm. 

@BEOWULFS      ( … )      forgive   me,   my   lady…   but   safety   is   far   from   my   foremost   concern   at   the   moment.   tell   me — how   long   have   I   been   unconscious?       
            
                  [       her   breaths   came   out   slightly   shaky,   sitting   up   properly   as   she   glanced   around,   disorientated   and   unfamiliar   with   her   surroundings.     alyera’s   fingers   brushed   against   her   shoulder,   where   a   dull   ache   pulsed   beneath   the   skin.   she   winced,   the   pain   sharp   enough   to   draw   a   hiss   through   clenched   teeth.   with   slow   determination,   she   swung   her   legs   over   the   edge   of   the   narrow   cot,   the   cool   air   biting   at   her   bare   feet.   the   floor   felt   uneven   beneath   her,   foreign.
            
                 she   rose,   unsteady,   one   hand   gripping   the   bedpost   for   support   as   the   room   swayed   slightly   around   her.   her   posture   was   tense,   every   muscle   alert,   as   if   expecting   danger   to   emerge   from   the   silence.   the   weight   of   unanswered   questions   pressed   down   on   her   chest,   heavier   than   the   pain.         ]

@dearprey     /    TY   HUN   < 33

@THEEYOUNGWOLF    ( … )     [       her   gaze   focused   on   her   horse,   calming   him   in   the   new   environment.   she   ‘ shhh’d ‘   him   gently,   as   she   closed   the   pen,   taking   one   of   the   apples   from   her   satchel   and   allowing   the   animal  to   take   it   from    her   palm.       ] 
            
                    do   I   ?      [       alyera   asked   innocently,   arching   her   eyebrow   as   she   glanced   over   her   shoulder   at   him,   tugging   the   warmth   of   her   coat   around   her   tighter.   she   could   never   quite   get   used   to   the   bitter   cold   of   the   north.   she   took   a   moment   to   study   him,   truly,   before   her   index   finger   teasingly   grazed   the   underside   of   his   chin.      ]       you’ve   grown   a   beard. 

@THESSTAGG
                    understatement  filled  his  eyes  ,  then  ,   and   for   a   moment  ,   his   annoyance   at her   mocking   faded   away  .  her  explanation   made   sense  —   he'd   heard   the   whispers   of   jon   arryn's death  ,  the court   torn   by   the   mystery  of   it   all  . still  ,   his   frustration   simmered   beneath the   surface   at   being   denied   even  the simplest   connection   with   his  friend  .
             
            he  walked  alongside  her  as  she  led  her horse  to  the  stables  ,  his  gaze  fixed  on her   as   his   usual   grin  took  back  its  rightful  place  on   his   face  .  
            “  well   –  that's   ...  better  ,  i  suppose  .  i   thought   you  were  upset   with   me   –  and you  get  a  tad  scary   when   you're   upset  ,   alyera  .  ” 
            

@THEEYOUNGWOLF       ( … )     strange…   that’s   not   how   I   remember   it.    [       alyera   mused,   tilting   her   head   to   the   side,   raising   her   eyebrow   as   her   palm   stroked   the   muzzle   of   her   horse   tenderly.   a     bark   of   laughter   escaped   her.    ]     so   now   it's   my   fault   you're   as   graceless   as   a   newborn   foal,   my   lord ?   [   she   said,   her   words   dancing   on   the   edge   of   mockery,   though   her   eyes   sparkled   with   mischief.    ]
            
                  and   I’ve   told   you   not   to   call   me   “ princess “.     [      she   added   with   a   dramatic   roll   of   her   eyes,   the   title   falling   from   her   lips   like   a   distasteful   thing.   she   had   spent   years   dismantling   the   pedestal   others   tried   to   place   her   on,   brick   by   brick,   with   stubborn   pride   and   a   fierce   refusal   to   be   coddled.    ] 
            
                  are   you   sure   you   can   handle   the   humiliation   of   being   beaten   again ?   [     she   teased,   her   grin   widening,   wicked   and   warm   all   at   once,   as   she   leaned   in   just   enough   to   let   her   words   land   with   precision.   ]     your   ego   is   a   fragile   thing   and   I   intend   to   crush   it   beneath   my   shoe — loudly,   gloriously,   and   in   full   view   of   your   family.   it’ll   make   the   victory   all   the   sweeter.

@THEEYOUNGWOLF     /     TYSM !! 

@BEOWULFS   /   * twirls *