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Post by oznerol on Jun 18, 2020 10:33:28 GMT -5
"Ohhhhh, I've heard you're she-bears! Turn into one please, please"He claps and jumps on his ass, on the chair, excited. The blankets fall and he stands on the chair's seat, leaning on the back and looking at Maege with bright eyes. "I would love to... I think I'm lord Stark now, so you should do it! Please?"
The five-year-old had ruddy cheeks from the cold, two shiny blue eyes and a mop of copper-like hair. Her daughters chuckled about the young lord's enthusiasm, while the She-Bear solely smiled warmly with a gentle nod. "Well, you might not want to ask for that, for bears can be furious animals, if you anger them too much", she noted with a wink, "But it is true that you are our Lord now. You may not rule over the animals of the forest, for as nature is the domain of our Old Gods, but we are your loyal subjects indeed.""He's a cute lad for sure", Jory noted with a warm smile, before turning towards Lady Mormont, "Mylady Mormont, with your permission I would like to tell the boy at least from our mission at Greywater Watch and the Crannogmen, we met, if we can't show him our... shapeshifting abilities, while you attend your meeting with Snow."Although Maege gave her daughter a warning look to not overdo it with the jesting, she nodded, appreciating her daughter taking her time to keep the young lord busy. As she waited for Snow to finish his training, Alysane would tell her of what has happened since the retaking of Deepwood Motte from Asha Greyjoy's forces, mentioning also how Snow has executed the traitor Bolton with Longclaw, just like his Lord father and his kingly brother used to. It filled the old She-Bear with pride to hear that despite Stannis' iron gouverment over the North that at least one of the Stark's kin was still upholding the old traditions. OOC: Brief correction, the daughters are in their twenties as well, small error on my side, which doesn't change events though. Said Rickon and Shaggydog looks at the Mormonts with emerald eyes. Shaggydog then sniffes both ladies.
"I can even smell you now. I now what you had for breakfast"The kid laughs and the direwolf tilts its head like a dog, a very large and oversized one. Rickon started to chat eagerly with the ladies, showing them his wooden direwolf that the Onion Knight had carved for him and a toy mer-man made of cloth that a very-fat-man-that-looked-like-a-walrus had given him. Snow, seeing the elderly Lady quickly wraps the training, first throwing Harle the Handsome out of balance, kicking him to the floor and second by disarming Torrhen Whitehill with a single gesture. Both swear slightly and after a small chat, they leave. Jon grabs a linen cloth to remove the sweat out of his forehead. He wears only a leathern doublet with a chemise and riding pants and boots, nothing else, despite being in Winter. "Lady Mormont. We have met before, albeit it was a long time ago, in my father's hall, when I was but a bastard who sat in another table"He sheathed the sword and, as once he did with her daughter he offers the blade to Lady Mormont: "This sword your brother Jeor gave me after saving his life. I once offered it to your daughter, but she refused. You're Jeor's heir and I wish not to usurp Longclaw"
Jon humbly presents the sword to Maege, the wolven head at the pommel looking at her as it one did to Alysanne.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 18, 2020 10:36:28 GMT -5
"I hope so, sire"Said Davos, who never wanted power neither desired to hold on it. "The man is most foul. He might die of age first, thought, he's what... ninety?"Seaworth looked into the fire, but he saw nothing, just flames. "We should try not to chastise those lands further, my King, they have suffered much, the army should behave. I suggest we bring grain and supplies from White Harbor and avoid any foraging and pillaging" Said Davos, pensive. "I counsel to rest for a time in Winterfell, sire, the snows won't grow thinner and the men are quite tired. A well-diserved rest would make wonders to their morale and build up their zeal"The mention of Braavos reminds the former smuggler of something. "I've been told Justin Massey is hiring swords for your Grace, do we know how that is proceeding, my king?"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 18, 2020 10:49:14 GMT -5
"Even if Lord Walder dies, there's Black Walder, who's a vicious man. We must not underestimate how dangerous the Freys can be, especially when backed into a corner"
Edmure was worried the men did not understand the threat presented by the Freys. "If you allow me access to the rookery, I'll send a raven to all my vassals in the Riverlands. I'll tell them to raise their men and be prepared, but we must act quickly and strike while the iron is hot." "The smallfolk have suffered much from the misrule of Lannister and Frey. I will speak with Lord Wyman. I will purchase it from him with good coin, if need be."For a moment, the King frowned, and then drew back from the fire. If Manderly had not brought food, they would have starved here days ago, and victory would have meant nothing. Lord Lamprey had stores prepared to last months, even years, by the look of his larder."Lord Walder has lived ninety years, he can wait a few months for me. That is if the Riverlords don't kill him first." Said Davos, pensive. "I counsel to rest for a time in Winterfell, sire, the snows won't grow thinner and the men are quite tired. A well-diserved rest would make wonders to their morale and build up their zeal"The mention of Braavos reminds the former smuggler of something. "I've been told Justin Massey is hiring swords for your Grace, do we know how that is proceeding, my king?"
"Once he has returned, I will summon the Northmen. We can rest, but not for too long. Every day spent here is a day wasted."
Stannis grit his teeth.
"The Lannisters thought me buried after the Blackwater. But this war is not over yet, Davos."
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Post by Pinkerton on Jun 18, 2020 10:57:19 GMT -5
"I-I understand, your majesty. Thank you for your hospitality, my wife and I are deeply grateful."
Edmure nodded in the direction of Davos and Stannis and then left to start writing letters to his former vassals.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 18, 2020 11:01:37 GMT -5
"Even if Lord Walder dies, there's Black Walder, who's a vicious man. We must not underestimate how dangerous the Freys can be, especially when backed into a corner"
Edmure was worried the men did not understand the threat presented by the Freys. "If you allow me access to the rookery, I'll send a raven to all my vassals in the Riverlands. I'll tell them to raise their men and be prepared, but we must act quickly and strike while the iron is hot." "And maybe we could get shipments of grain from Braavos, Pentos and such"Said Davos, pensive. "I counsel to rest for a time in Winterfell, sire, the snows won't grow thinner and the men are quite tired. A well-diserved rest would make wonders to their morale and build up their zeal"The mention of Braavos reminds the former smuggler of something. "I've been told Justin Massey is hiring swords for your Grace, do we know how that is proceeding, my king?"
"Once he has returned, I will summon the Northmen. We can rest, but not for too long. Every day spent here is a day wasted."
Stannis grit his teeth.
"The Lannisters thought me buried after the Blackwater. But this war is not over yet, Davos." Said Davos. "I never thought, not even for a mere grain of sand, that you were over my king"
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 18, 2020 15:13:53 GMT -5
"You could find a new purpose at the Wall"Said Jon, somber. "My watch has ended, maybe yours is yet to start. I couldn't stomach if Stannis burned you, I would beg him to carry the deed with a sword in hand, as Northmen do. But, I do believe your story still has no end"
Hi arm around Theon's shoulders, which feel weak and thin. "You endured much, a turncloak and a betrayer, yes, but whoever you wronged are now dead and your guilt is long gone. I would have myself broken the oath I made to the Watch, hadn't they slaughtered me like a pig. But, if you want I will beg Stannis to pardon you to remain at Winterfell, or at least to let you don the black" "The watch... you think I should take the Black? I... I don't know, Jon. I'm not much of a fighter anymore, can't even draw a bow since I lost my fingers. The best I can do is scrub the floors of Castle Black." Theon was doubtful what life he would have at the Wall. Then again, what he had endured could barely be described as living. Nor would it be much of a life if he faced the executioner's blade. "I'll... I'll think about it. Thank you for listening, Jon."
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Post by LD on Jun 18, 2020 19:37:09 GMT -5
"But I'm a wolf. I dream"Said Rickon and Shaggydog looks at the Mormonts with emerald eyes. Shaggydog then sniffes both ladies.
"I can even smell you now. I now what you had for breakfast"The kid laughs and the direwolf tilts its head like a dog, a very large and oversized one. Rickon started to chat eagerly with the ladies, showing them his wooden direwolf that the Onion Knight had carved for him and a toy mer-man made of cloth that a very-fat-man-that-looked-like-a-walrus had given him. Snow, seeing the elderly Lady quickly wraps the training, first throwing Harle the Handsome out of balance, kicking him to the floor and second by disarming Torrhen Whitehill with a single gesture. Both swear slightly and after a small chat, they leave. Jon grabs a linen cloth to remove the sweat out of his forehead. He wears only a leathern doublet with a chemise and riding pants and boots, nothing else, despite being in Winter. "Lady Mormont. We have met before, albeit it was a long time ago, in my father's hall, when I was but a bastard who sat in another table"He sheathed the sword and, as once he did with her daughter he offers the blade to Lady Mormont: "This sword your brother Jeor gave me after saving his life. I once offered it to your daughter, but she refused. You're Jeor's heir and I wish not to usurp Longclaw"
Jon humbly presents the sword to Maege, the wolven head at the pommel looking at her as it one did to Alysanne. Lady Maege mustered the blade, taking it to inspect it - clearly it was Valyrian Steel and she knew the blade, which her brother had taken to the Wall, only too well. "It is indeed something that belongs to our family as it was passed down for generations from one member of the family to another", she replied with a nod, "A fine weapon, for Valyrian Steel isn't too common. It would serve me well in battle for sure."However, instead of keeping it as one would have thought she returned it back to Jon Snow, her look being stern. Even Alysane was surprised, that her Lady mother actually considered to leave the blade to Winterfell's bastard. "Yet many battles will come, Snow, and there is no greater honor for my House than this steel being used to bring down the North's foes", Maege concluded, "My brother Jeor had taken this blade once to the Wall, for he was the former Lord of Bear Island. I obtained the Lordship, he kept the blade. I have heard how you obtained the blade from my daughter and also how you had called judgement upon Lord Bolton with it - just like Ned Stark and your brother once did so with their swords. The Starks have lost their ancestral blade though and until Ice hasn't been reclaimed, I would prefer Longclaw to fill this void for it will give the North hope.
You are a capable leader, Snow, from what I have heard, no matter my thoughts about the Wildlings and even your brother Robb had realized that. If it wasn't for the Red Wedding and other unfortunate events, which befell the North, he would have wished you to be his successor."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 18, 2020 19:50:50 GMT -5
"But I'm a wolf. I dream"Said Rickon and Shaggydog looks at the Mormonts with emerald eyes. Shaggydog then sniffes both ladies.
"I can even smell you now. I now what you had for breakfast"The kid laughs and the direwolf tilts its head like a dog, a very large and oversized one. Rickon started to chat eagerly with the ladies, showing them his wooden direwolf that the Onion Knight had carved for him and a toy mer-man made of cloth that a very-fat-man-that-looked-like-a-walrus had given him. Snow, seeing the elderly Lady quickly wraps the training, first throwing Harle the Handsome out of balance, kicking him to the floor and second by disarming Torrhen Whitehill with a single gesture. Both swear slightly and after a small chat, they leave. Jon grabs a linen cloth to remove the sweat out of his forehead. He wears only a leathern doublet with a chemise and riding pants and boots, nothing else, despite being in Winter. "Lady Mormont. We have met before, albeit it was a long time ago, in my father's hall, when I was but a bastard who sat in another table"He sheathed the sword and, as once he did with her daughter he offers the blade to Lady Mormont: "This sword your brother Jeor gave me after saving his life. I once offered it to your daughter, but she refused. You're Jeor's heir and I wish not to usurp Longclaw"
Jon humbly presents the sword to Maege, the wolven head at the pommel looking at her as it one did to Alysanne. Lady Maege mustered the blade, taking it to inspect it - clearly it was Valyrian Steel and she knew the blade, which her brother had taken to the Wall, only too well. "It is indeed something that belongs to our family as it was passed down for generations from one member of the family to another", she replied with a nod, "A fine weapon, for Valyrian Steel isn't too common. It would serve me well in battle for sure."However, instead of keeping it as one would have thought she returned it back to Jon Snow, her look being stern. Even Alysane was surprised, that her Lady mother actually considered to leave the blade to Winterfell's bastard. "Yet many battles will come, Snow, and there is no greater honor for my House than this steel being used to bring down the North's foes", Maege concluded, "My brother Jeor had taken this blade once to the Wall, for he was the former Lord of Bear Island. I obtained the Lordship, he kept the blade. I have heard how you obtained the blade from my daughter and also how you had called judgement upon Lord Bolton with it - just like Ned Stark and your brother once did so with their swords. The Starks have lost their ancestral blade though and until Ice hasn't been reclaimed, I would prefer Longclaw to fill this void for it will give the North hope.
You are a capable leader, Snow, from what I have heard, no matter my thoughts about the Wildlings and even your brother Robb had realized that. If it wasn't for the Red Wedding and other unfortunate events, which befell the North, he would have wished you to be his successor." Jon simply nodded and placed the sword again on its place. He placed a hand over his heart. "Lady Maege, for this, I'm grateful. It shall be returned when Ice is whole..."He placed his hand on the pommel, resting over the wolven head. Then, Maege's words sunk into his head. "But..."
Snow tried to find the words. "His successor? What does that mean? I'm bastard-born, I cannot claim my father's keep, words or arms"
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Post by oznerol on Jun 18, 2020 19:55:08 GMT -5
"You could find a new purpose at the Wall"Said Jon, somber. "My watch has ended, maybe yours is yet to start. I couldn't stomach if Stannis burned you, I would beg him to carry the deed with a sword in hand, as Northmen do. But, I do believe your story still has no end"
Hi arm around Theon's shoulders, which feel weak and thin. "You endured much, a turncloak and a betrayer, yes, but whoever you wronged are now dead and your guilt is long gone. I would have myself broken the oath I made to the Watch, hadn't they slaughtered me like a pig. But, if you want I will beg Stannis to pardon you to remain at Winterfell, or at least to let you don the black" "The watch... you think I should take the Black? I... I don't know, Jon. I'm not much of a fighter anymore, can't even draw a bow since I lost my fingers. The best I can do is scrub the floors of Castle Black." Theon was doubtful what life he would have at the Wall. Then again, what he had endured could barely be described as living. Nor would it be much of a life if he faced the executioner's blade. "I'll... I'll think about it. Thank you for listening, Jon." Said Jon, honest.
"I have no words of counsel for you. My own brothers stabbed me in the heart"He looks at the pond. "But, to be the Shield of the Realms of Men is no small thing"Snow looks back at Theon. "However, the decision of what your life is to become is yours. And only yours. Stay here, where father used to, try to heard his voice. This is where I feel closer to him"A crow cawed over their heads. Jon grabs the sword and sheathed it, takes the cloth and leaves, after grabbing Greyjoy's shoulder and nodding.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 19, 2020 14:23:58 GMT -5
Horns sounded, and the gates of Winterfell opened. Frostbitten knights carrying the flaming stag streamed into the courtyard on lean horses, having trudged for days on horseback through the snow and mist. They had come from the Wall, where Shireen and Queen Selyse had stayed with the Red Woman whilst the King won Winterfell from Bolton. Melisandre herself rode at their head, untouched by snow or cold, still clad only in a revealing red dress and a thin sable cloak. The ruby at her throat burned brighter than the stars themselves, bloody and foreboding. Her piercing gaze fell on Lord Snow, who had emerged with the King and his household to greet the new arrivals. Behind her came Queen Selyse, the Florent woman proud and haughty, like a victorious general returned from war, crown of flames clawing at the top of her head. Ser Axell Florent rides at her side, large ears still pronounced under ragged sideburns. Patches, Princess Shireen, and Devan Seaworth follow close behind on smaller horses, wrapped up warm in furry cloaks.
"Hail, Your Grace. We never doubted your victory."
Chimed Ser Axell, raising his hand in greeting. Selyse gave a cruel smile, eyes flitting over the motley collection of wildlings and northmen that had gathered along with her husband.
"Dear husband. We shall sacrifice in celebration of this triumph."
The King grimaced.
"The Red God has had his due, wife. Karstark burned as for his treason, and Winterfell is restored."
Melisandre turned her ominous gaze to the king, a slight smile tugging at her crimson mouth.
"This is not victory. The war is not yet over, not while the Iron Throne remains outside our King's grasp and the Lord of Darkness rules the lands beyond the Wall."
Stannis nodded grimly. Shireen spied Lord Davos, and grinned from ear to ear, tapping Devan on the arm to point him out at her father's right hand side.
"Look, Devan. Its your father. He's fine!"
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Post by oznerol on Jun 20, 2020 3:41:14 GMT -5
Horns sounded, and the gates of Winterfell opened. Frostbitten knights carrying the flaming stag streamed into the courtyard on lean horses, having trudged for days on horseback through the snow and mist. They had come from the Wall, where Shireen and Queen Selyse had stayed with the Red Woman whilst the King won Winterfell from Bolton. Melisandre herself rode at their head, untouched by snow or cold, still clad only in a revealing red dress and a thin sable cloak. The ruby at her throat burned brighter than the stars themselves, bloody and foreboding. Her piercing gaze fell on Lord Snow, who had emerged with the King and his household to greet the new arrivals. Behind her came Queen Selyse, the Florent woman proud and haughty, like a victorious general returned from war, crown of flames clawing at the top of her head. Ser Axell Florent rides at her side, large ears still pronounced under ragged sideburns. Patches, Princess Shireen, and Devan Seaworth follow close behind on smaller horses, wrapped up warm in furry cloaks. "Hail, Your Grace. We never doubted your victory."Chimed Ser Axell, raising his hand in greeting. Selyse gave a cruel smile, eyes flitting over the motley collection of wildlings and northmen that had gathered along with her husband. "Dear husband. We shall sacrifice in celebration of this triumph."The King grimaced. "The Red God has had his due, wife. Karstark burned as for his treason, and Winterfell is restored."Melisandre turned her ominous gaze to the king, a slight smile tugging at her crimson mouth. "This is not victory. The war is not yet over, not while the Iron Throne remains outside our King's grasp and the Lord of Darkness rules the lands beyond the Wall."Stannis nodded grimly. Shireen spied Lord Davos, and grinned from ear to ear, tapping Devan on the arm to point him out at her father's right hand side. "Look, Devan. Its your father. He's fine!"Davos walked to them, not paying atention to any protocol and grabs the princess with his strong hands, raising her from the saddle. "Look at ye' both, you've grown into a fair lass and a handsome lad!"He turns her around and places her on the floor. Devan unmounted, glad that his father hadn't shamed him, and plunged himself into Seaworth's arms, who embraces both his child and Shireen. The former smuggler takes delight in the moment, the pulls them back to look at them. "My son is becoming a true knight and my princess looks better than that bitch of Cersei ever did... and ten times smarter!"The smuggler caressed her face, the side with greyscale, not minding the scarred blackened surface, and messes with his son's hair. "I made this for ya', Shireen"He hands her a crudely carved stag. "I know you probably no longer have need for toys, but I like to keep my hands busy"
"Dad, I hope you didn't carve me anything, I don't play games anymore, I'm a man""Aye, with a bead to shame a proper peach, son"Seaworth laughes heartily. "Come ya both, the king is waiting and I gotta introduce you to Lord Stark"
--- Lord Snow arrived by Melisandre's horse and offered her his hand to get down. He could feel her warmth, her perfume, and the hand he grabbed to help hte priestess dismount felt very familiar at the touch, like that of an old mistress.
"Lady Melisandre, welcome to my home"Lady Val and a few chieftains were also around, with Tormund quietly commenting on how Selyse's moustache had grown in the past weeks. On the meanwhile, Rickon, by Val's hand, was looking at the newcomers shyly, almost hiding himself behind her gown. Val pushes him forward gently and the kid speaks: "Welcome to Winterfell, my queen. Welcome, princess Shireen. Lady Melisandre"He had been taught the names to repeat them from memory.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 20, 2020 7:39:38 GMT -5
Selyse watches on dispassionately as Davos fusses her daughter and his own son. Florent scowled, like a wounded hound. The King looked faintly amused, as much as it was possible for Stannis Baratheon to appear that way.
"Davos, its wonderful."
The Princess was grinning from ear to ear, running her gloved fingers over the carving. She rode forward, her horse staying a distance away from the Red Woman. Melisandre made her uneasy, floating around as she did like a fiery ghost.
"Lord Rickon, is it? Nice to meet you, my lord."
The Princess was a sweet girl, well practised in courtesy, and had inherited none of her mother's sour-faced sulking.
"Lord Snow."
Melisandre regarded Jon with her intense gaze, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"You returned to Winterfell, as I saw in the flames, heralded by my king."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 20, 2020 7:46:38 GMT -5
Selyse watches on dispassionately as Davos fusses her daughter and his own son. Florent scowled, like a wounded hound. The King looked faintly amused, as much as it was possible for Stannis Baratheon to appear that way. "Davos, its wonderful."The Princess was grinning from ear to ear, running her gloved fingers over the carving. She rode forward, her horse staying a distance away from the Red Woman. Melisandre made her uneasy, floating around as she did like a fiery ghost. "Lord Rickon, is it? Nice to meet you, my lord."The Princess was a sweet girl, well practised in courtesy, and had inherited none of her mother's sour-faced sulking. "Lord Snow."Melisandre regarded Jon with her intense gaze, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You returned to Winterfell, as I saw in the flames, heralded by my king."
Said the Onion Knight, who wore his usual plain battered and worn clothing, which was fairly unfitting for a Hand of the King, not that he even cared.
"We will soon resume my reading lessons, else I'll be getting rusty, princess. Last time we were reading about Rhaenyra's raging at Dragonstone, I want to know what happens next"--- Rickon blushes. A very large wolf stands behind him, emerald braziers burning behind a furry snout. The kid sought refuge in his animal's fur, plunging his face and sturdy hands into the direwolf. Val tries to ease him up. Jon returns the gaze without flinching, he felt his heart beating and his breath raised clouds in the chilling cold, but he wore little fur, just a cloak, unbothered by the winter. "I felt your arrival, somehow"
He doesn't break eye contact as she dismounted.
"The fire sings"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 20, 2020 8:09:26 GMT -5
"You will have to forgive me, I got a little bored while you were gone and read ahead."
The Princess giggled mischievously.
"But we can go back and read it again. I rather liked it."
Davos was warm and kind to her in a way that her father never could be. Stannis did his duty, no more, no less, to the realm, his wife, and his child. And her mother was cruel, in a way that only bitter women can be.
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"You are touched by the Lord of Light, Lord Snow. His fire is within you."
She gently placed a hand on his chest, feeling the burning within, the heart pumping in his breast. The skin was hot, like he had a fever.
"You are his warrior, one of his champions. Your fate is now tied with mine and our king, Azor Ahai reborn."
Looking at Jon, she somewhat doubted those words as she spoke them. She had thought Stannis her Lord's champion, once. But that was before the Wall, and the daggers of the watch sinking into Snow's still beating heart.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 20, 2020 8:47:18 GMT -5
"You will have to forgive me, I got a little bored while you were gone and read ahead."The Princess giggled mischievously. "But we can go back and read it again. I rather liked it."Davos was warm and kind to her in a way that her father never could be. Stannis did his duty, no more, no less, to the realm, his wife, and his child. And her mother was cruel, in a way that only bitter women can be. -- "You are touched by the Lord of Light, Lord Snow. His fire is within you."She gently placed a hand on his chest, feeling the burning within, the heart pumping in his breast. The skin was hot, like he had a fever. "You are his warrior, one of his champions. Your fate is now tied with mine and our king, Azor Ahai reborn."Looking at Jon, she somewhat doubted those words as she spoke them. She had thought Stannis her Lord's champion, once. But that was before the Wall, and the daggers of the watch sinking into Snow's still beating heart. Devan looked impatient, so he approached his king and bows his head with reverence. "Your Grace, I'm ready to serve you again, I did as you said and guarded lady Melisandre and the princess both!"He looked well in the creamy raiment with the sewn stag. --- "Indeed"He merely replied, with a short nod. "That... I don't know, can't say aye or nay, it's beyond me to know what divinities think or plan. I leave that to you, my Lady"Ghost approached the priestess from behing and licked her hand with a raspy large tongue.
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