A Queen Needs A King

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[size13 [i "Do you fear me?" The wolf asks quietly.]]

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[center [size12 Nymeria let out a heavy sigh before taking a seat on the edge of Jon's bed. Her hands on her lap for a moment before speaking, [i [#778899 "I need you to take a moment and calm down, Jon Snow. You are in no state to be asking questions and causing unneeded stress on yourself. We have everything under control for now. Here's hoping that nothing else goes wrong."]] Nymeria always planned for things to go haywire. She then looked at him with those almost glowing, yellow eyes and stared at him for a long time. It wasn't a glaring kind of stare. It was a soft expression, hoping that he would understand what she was trying to tell him. She did not want him worrying himself to death. He was nearly dead when they found him and he is not in the best state as they sat there, on the bed together.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "But yes, your friends are safe, as well as the wight you caught. Everything seems to be in order to go to King's Landing, but we aren't going until you fully heal. So for now, we are heading back to Dragonstone to wait until you are well enough to handle the meeting,"]] Nymeria explained before turning her body to face Jon once more. She took both of his hands into hers. She looked like she wanted to say something. Was it that she was sorry that he went Beyond the Wall or was it a scolding that anyone would assume that she would do.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "I am beyond happy you made it back alive. Injured, but alive. I wouldn't know what to do without you by myself. We had a rocky start, but if your plan works, I might have a chance of changing the world,"]] Nymeria expressed in a very appreciative tone before going to let Jon's hands go. She did not want to cause any kind of stress on his body. Emotions were a strong thing and can cause anyone to hurt more than they needed to, rather good or bad emotions.]]
  nymeria / GH0UL / 20h 43m 41s
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[center [size15 [Inconsolata Nymeria squeezed Jon's hand, hard, when he awoke and spoke to her. She finally lessened her grip, but Jon kept hold like he was overboard in a raging storm and she was the rope keeping him above water. She spoke softly of sacrifice and Jon could feel every ache and pain in his body, from the throbbing of his hands where they regained warmth to the sharp, stabbing pain behind his eyes that he was sure must have come from hitting his head too hard on the ice when he went down, to the dull ache of exhaustion in his legs and arms. He was taking stock of all his injuries as best as he could when Jon felt a finger on his chest, tracing the scar of the wound that had killed him. It was such a simple gesture, but the way she did it made it feel so... intimate.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[+gray This. He wasn't lying when he said you died for your people.]" Jon winced slightly. He had hoped that she wouldn't find out for a long time. She smiled then. Through everything, though having lost her Direwolf, to losing several of his party, to Jon himself being severely injured, she smiled. And it was a beautiful smile. He had never noticed before. He shook his head slightly.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[b No, he wasn't. I was hoping you wouldn't find out so soon. Where are we headed? King's Landing, I hope? How are Tormund, and Barric? Did the wight make it aboard ship alive?]" Jon's mind was racing with questions, and he feared he was voicing them too quickly for Nymeria to answer, or even understand what he was saying. It was only then that he realized he was still holding Nymeria's hand. He looked away and released her hand, muttering apologies.]]]
  s n o w / Monday- / 12d 19h 14m 7s
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[center [size12 Nymeria had a pack of six Direwolves, but only three were much larger than the rest of them. Large enough to carry people on them. Those three were named Nikola, Aleida, and Aragon. Nikola was the largest one, the one that Nymeria held closest to her. Nikolai was pure white with a patch of tan down her face and was named after her brother. Aleida was the second largest and was a tan and dark brown color and was named after Nymeria’s mother. Lastly, the one that died was Aragon, who was the smallest of the three, and he was black and dark brown and was named after Nymeria’s father. He was faithful and loyal to Nymeria and her heart ached for the loss of her Direwolf. Not only was her heart aching for her lost Direwolf, but it was also hurting for Jon Snow. She waited and waited until finally, hope was riding in on the back of a black horse. It was confirmed that it was barely alive Jon Snow. Nymeria’s main mission was to get them out of there.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria was pacing, walking around the ship in a frustrated, upset manner until she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was one of Nymeria’s most trusted men, Ser Jorah. She had history with this man, good and bad. She looked at him and shook her head. She felt like this waiting would never end and she would never get to see Jon Snow open his eyes. She could only imagine what he had faced when he left, freezing to death in the cold waters, surrounding by White Walkers and Wights. She then finally gave into Jorah’s coazing eyes and nodded. She had to finally work up the courage to go into Jon Snow’s room and stand by his side until he awoke, or finally passed on. She didn’t know which one it would be. She hoped the better of the two options.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria’s heels clicked as she walked down the wooden stairs and to Jon Snow’s room. She stood at the door for a brief moment, which felt like an eternity before finally walking in. She looked at the sleeping man, or what it appeared to look like sleep, but he was actually unconscious before approaching him. He was pale, black haired, and scarred all to bits. Nymeria had some noticeable scars, like the ones on her face and even on her shoulders. She stood there, waiting. Waiting that made her impatient and more upset until she finally saw his eyes open.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria didn’t even listen to what he said at first, she was more concerned that he was alive, breathing again. She took a hold of his hand, gripping it tightly without meaning to until finally she loosened her grip. [i [#778899 “I know you’re sorry, but there is always a price to pay for something you want,”]] she murmured quietly. Her eyes scanned over his body until she found a particularly odd thing, remembering what Ser Davos said about Jon [i dying for his people]. She finally understood it and what it meant. Jon Snow actually died to protect his people.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 “This,”]] Nymeria’s gloved finger ran over the scar that was directly over Jon Snow’s heart and frowned. [i [#778899 “He wasn’t lying when he said you died for your people,”]] Nymeria commented before sitting on the edge of the bed. She smiled though, still through all the bad things that had happened. They lost men, a very large Direwolf, and Jon Snow was horribly injured, but she still smiled. It was at Jon Snow.]]
  GH0UL / 17d 12h 43m 15s
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[center [size15 [Inconsolata He was so close, everyone was so close to getting away - and then the Night King appeared. He held a spear made of ice, aimed, and threw. It hit one of Nymeria's larger direwolves, and the beast went down almost immediately with a heart-wrenching whimper. Jon felt a twinge of guilt - if he hadn't gone North in the first place, the wolf wouldn't have needed to die. Jon felt his rage build and, disregarding Nymeria's hand, started towards the Night King, hacking and slashing his way through the White Walkers. The sheer number soon overwhelmed him, though, and he caught a glimpse of Nymeria and the rest of his party riding away on her giant direwolf right before the ice broke.]]]
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[center [size15 [Inconsolata [i Cold]. All he could feel was the mind-numbing cold, stealing more of his body heat with every passing moment. A couple White Walkers had fallen with him, pulling at his cloak, scratching at his arms and legs, dragging him down, deeper and deeper into the lake. Jon was almost resigned to his fate - to either drown or freeze - before he remembered. Nymeria. Arya. Sansa. Davos. Hell, even Tyrion. All those people that he cared about, and who cared about him to some extent in turn. He couldn't just desert his people, he couldn't just die like this. So Jon fought. His limbs didn't want to obey but he [i made] them. He kicked and thrashed and scratched until the White Walkers had let go. He swam upwards, fighting for every moment, every second a challenge to his lungs. The edges of his vision were going black but he was so close, just a few more kicks, and he was there. Jon gasped for air when he broke the surface, and gave himself a moment before he began to climb out. He was weak. He had passed up on food so the others could have more, and he had fought with all his strength against the army of White Walkers. Not to mention being submerged underwater that was so cold for several minutes. Jon couldn't bring himself to stand, so he crawled. He crawled until he hit snow and then he crawled some more until he heard something - a horse? For a moment he thought that Nymeria had come back on horseback to save him, but the figure atop the great black destrier did not have silver hair, it had black. The figure was shrouded by a cloak, and was waving some ball on a chain, but it was on fire. The figure galloped towards him and quickly dismounted. It lifted Jon up and as it did, the hood of its cloak fell back, to reveal a familiar face.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[b Uncle Benjen? What- how- how are you here? Alive?]" Jon stuttered, looking at his uncle in amazement. Though, alive was a stretch. His face was pockmarked, scarred, white and cold. The man shook his head and lifted Jon into the saddle of the destrier. He slapped the horses rump and lit his ball on fire. As the horse galloped away, Jon could see his uncle fighting fiercely, whirling and hitting one or two White Walkers with every swing. But they soon overtook him, just as they had Jon. He could feel the tears welling in his eyes as the horse carried him away, but that was the last he remembered.]]]
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[center [size15 [Inconsolata Jon faded in and out of consciousness. It seemed one minute the horse was galloping through a forest, the next it was walking out in an expanse of snow, a horn blowing. The next time he woke, he was on his ship, laying in his bed, wrapped in bandages. Nymeria was by his side.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[b I'm sorry...]" He said weakly, his voice hoarse. "[b I wish we hadn't gone.]"
  s n o w / Monday- / 17d 19h 13m 4s
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[center [size12 Nymeria slashed her way until her and Jon finally met, eye to eye and hip to hip as they fought side by side. They wouldn't last long if they continued. She had to get everyone out of here as fast as possible. She noted that some men had died, but she wasn't going to let this whole mission go to waste. She chuckled, [i [#778899 "the young boy, Gendry, he sent a Raven for help, so I came to help."]] Nymeria simply answered as her sword sliced through another wight. She grabbed Jon by his arm and pulled him forward to avoid a wight trying to hit him. [i [#778899 "I see you got your White Walker and you've lost numbers, I would suggest that we should get out of here,"]] she then whistled and the largest Direwolf stomped it way over to them, crunching through the wights with its power before lowering for Nymeria to get on.]]
[center [size12 As she turned to hold her hand for Jon Snow to take and the rest of the men were climbing on, Nymeria caught a glimpse of the Night King and his men. She felt a pang of fear in her heart before she saw what he was wielding and she knew. Her heart sank and she watched as the Night King hurdled his ice spear into the chest of one of her Direwolves. She gritted her teeth, shaking her head. She felt like she lost her child. Her heart sunk, tears wielding in her eyes, but she didn't dare let them fall down her cheeks.]]
[center [size12 Not only did Nymeria lose one of her Direwolves, one of the bigger ones, but then everything continued snowballing down hill. Before she could just yank Jon Snow onto the largest Direwolf, the White Walkers began to crowd more and cause the snow and ice underneath Jon to crack and eventually, she could no longer see him. She sucked in her breath and her Direwolf took it upon itself and just run off, everyone else with them.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria was running the events over and over in her head as they finally made it back to East watch and the Wall. She felt weakened. Her Direwolves were dwindled down in numbers and not only that, but now, Jon Snow was gone. The King of the North, her best ally and now, she didn't have much behind her. She left her position, opened herself up, and for what? Losing one of her Direwolves, Jon Snow, and some good men.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria stood on top of the way, looking out to Beyond the Wall and sighed in sorrow. She was approached from behind, it was Tormund. A face and name that was unfamiliar to her. She turned around and gave a very weak smile. [i [#FF0000 "If you're worried about Jon Snow, trust me that man can't be killed,"]] Tormund grinned. His way of trying to make her feel better, but it didn't work.]]
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[center [size15 [Inconsolata Jon thought on Tyrion's proposition for a moment. It was crazy, but it [i might just work]. He pressed his lips together, thinking. He would need men, and Castle Black was too far to pass over the Wall in a timely manner, they would have to pass through Eastwatch by the sea. Tormund was there, and a few other Wildlings. Good men, good fighters. He would journey there first. He nodded towards the dwarf.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[b It's a good idea. My men and I will bring back a White Walker to convince your sister, or we'll die trying. I'll leave on the morrow, with Queen Nymeria's leave.]" Jon said, turning to leave. "[b You're a good man, Tyrion. I'm glad to have you as an ally.]"]]]
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[center [size15 [Inconsolata Jon stepped off of his boat after arriving at Eastwatch and was immediately embraced by a giant of a man with a bushy red beard and wild hair to match - Tormund. Jon broke into a smile and patted the Wildling's back to break the embrace.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[+brown Jon Snow! I thought you'd never come pay us Free Folk a visit! What brings you?]" Tormund's voice boomed. They spoke while walking to the castle.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[b Tormund, I need men. I need you to pick some men you can trust and who can fight. We're going North to capture a White Walker.]" Jon said. Tormund gave an incredulous look, but nodded, and gestured for Jon to follow. He led Jon down below to the ice cells, where a scuffle had just broken out. A young man was yelling, screaming about how they had sold him to the Red Woman to kill. He was barely being held back by a man even larger than Tormund with a large burn scar on his face.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[+brown These men can fight, as you can see. They're courageous enough, and good fighting men. We can take them.]" The group quieted when they heard this. They all came close to the bars, gazing at their captors. "[+brown Go on now, introduce yourselves to your King.]" Tormund ordered.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[+darkgoldenrod And why should we do that? I'm not a Northman, why should I recognize him as my king?]" the man with the burn asked, though it was posed more as a statement than a question. Tormund rolled his eyes and sighed, looking to the others in the group. They each reluctantly stepped forward and introduced themselves. Jon nodded at each in turn, until the man with the burn stepped forward. "[+darkgoldenrod You're the Stark bastard, aren't you? I remember you. Do [i you] remember [i me]? I was little Joffrey's Hound, do you remember, bastard?]" He taunted. Jon pressed his lips together and nodded curtly.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[b I know you. And all of you are coming with me, North of the Wall.]" Jon turned to Tormund. "[b Make sure you arm them with weapons of choice, and gather supplies. We leave at dawn on the morrow. Make sure none are late.]"]]]
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[center [size15 [Inconsolata Well, no one could say they had failed at their goal. They [i had] captured a wight, and they [i had] intended on returning to the Wall, but that was all one could say they did well. When capturing the wight, it had let out a terribly loud scream that could curdle blood. As soon as the scream had been cut off by Sandor putting the sack over its head, all in their party had known what was coming next. They had chanced upon a scouting party, and that scream had been a warning, and a call to arms for the Army of the Dead. Jon sent the young man, Gendry, running back to Eastwatch to send a raven for aid, and Jon could only hope that aid would come. The remaining members of their party ran, they ran onto a frozen lake with a small island in the middle. They had been extremely lucky - the ice had not been thick enough to bear the weight of the dead army.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata It had been days since they had made camp on the island. They had eaten the last of the food the previous night. One man had died on their journey North, and the Red Priest who had been keeping Barric Dondarrian alive had passed from the frost the same night they had arrived at the island. Sandor had taken up a daily hobby of throwing rocks at the wights for entertainment. That turned out to be a fatal mistake. All it took was Sandor throwing a rock too short, showing the wights that the ice had frozen again. They started approaching. They walked slow, at first, testing the ice and making sure they wouldn't fall again. Then, they started running. Limbs that were cold and slow started regaining speed as the men's blood begun to run hot with bloodlust. Barric's sword started on fire, Sandor wielded Gendry's surrendered war hammer, Jon drew Longclaw. The men fought, they fought for their lives but a few men fell to soon join the ranks of the army. It was then that Jon heard the call.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[+silver Jon!]" Nymeria called, slashing through the army of the dead. Jon locked eyes with her and made his way towards her, slashing and stabbing, until he reached her.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[b My lady-]" he said, "[b you fight fiercely-]" slash, "[b but what exactly is-]" hack, "[b your plan here?]" He was back-to-back with her now, only slightly turning his head to speak.]]]
  s n o w / Monday- / 18d 10h 2m 53s
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[center [size12 Tyrion listened to Jon, taking in his information and thinking on what he could say to change his mind. Jon Snow was a stubborn one, as well as a humble man that wanted to do what he thought was best for his people, but he didn't think about how powerful Nymeria was and what she could do to him if he continued to upset her. But all trains of thought stopped when Jon Snow posed an idea about speaking the she-demon herself, Tyrion's sister. Tyrion cringed, wincing at the minor headache he got at the mere mention of her before sighing.]]
[center [size12 Tyrion then looked up at Jon Snow and shrugged a bit, [i [#FF0000 "my sister is on high alert. She would not just let us walk in without proof that the White Walkers are real. She would NOT entertain anything that involved me."]] Tyrion knew that this would be difficult to even speak to his sister about such matters even if it was real. [i [#FF0000 "But, let us say this... What if we got a White Walker and brought it to her?"]] Tyrion asked, ideas popping into his head. [i [#FF0000 "We might be able to buy some time on this whole war if we made a peace treaty with my sister and us just to prove that where the real war was,"]] Tyrion offered, placing his whole idea out in the open for Jon Snow to consider.]]
[center [size12 Tyrion knew that this plan would maybe work, but at the same time, it was hard to convince his sister to do anything for him. She still believed that he was the cause of her son's death, Joffery, an evil little bastard. Tyrion could still see Joffery's face, when he was dying, in his head. He cringed once more, shaking his head. How would they even go about even speaking to his sister. Or maybe, Tyrion could speak to his brother, Jamie. Jamie, though their relationship was an odd one, he would always listen to Tyrion.]]
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[center [size12 It had been a while since Nymeria heard from Jon Snow. Their plan was to capture one of the White Walkers and give Ceresi Lannister proof that the real war was the one among the living and the dead, though Nymeria doubted that the blonde haired, murderous Queen of Westero would even give them the time of day.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria was sitting at the large table in the shape of a map of Westero and was approached by Missandei, who had a small raven scroll. [i [#FF0000 "Jon Snow and his men are in trouble,"]] Missandei explained and Nymeria stood up. She knitted her eyebrows together in concern as she read over the scroll. He was in trouble and Nymeria's hands were tied. She didn't know exactly what to do. What the same with her pack of Direwolves tearing through the Lannister men when they were coming back from the Tyrell's home, she was going to use them again.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "Missandei, I will return, I promise. But for now, I have to save him,"]] Nymeria explained as she shrugged on her heavy overcoat and strapped her sword to her back. [i [#778899 "Just please keep an eye on things until I get back. I trust you,"]] both girls embraced into a hug and Nymeria left, only to be confronted by Tyrion, who was quickly ignored.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "Tyrion, I'm sorry, but I'm going. I know it leaves us open,"]] Nymeria murmured as the largest of all the Direwolves from showed itself. It was about twice the size of Ghost and a dark tan, black, and had these deep, blood red color. Nymeria sighed softly before climbing onto its back. The rumors were true, Nymeria did ride on the back of a giant Direwolf.]]
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[center [size12 White Walkers closing in, snarling and growling as they begun to attack the men, who had a previously tied on them up before. Nymeria was hurrying as fast as she could. Not only was she riding her Direwolf, but she had several behind her as well. The were closing in on where she could hear loud clattering, screaming, snarling, and whatever other noises that White Walkers made when they were in battle.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria and her wolves leaped over the a large ice structure before she could see Jon Snow and the rest of her men. She could finally see just how much trouble that he was in. Nymeria held her breath and got off of the Direwolf back. She pulled out her sword and slid carefully down the side of the ice before landing gracefully onto the snow and ice ground. [i [#778899 "Jon!"]] Nymeria hollered as she cut her way through White Walkers. Her Direwolves were following after her, crawling and ripping their way through the White Walkers.]]
  GH0UL / 18d 12h 59m 54s
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[center [size15 [Inconsolata Jon was almost taken aback when Nymeria relinquished her dragon glass so easily, but he didn't let it show. He only bowed his head in thanks. She continued on, telling him about how her ancestors had died fighting the White Walkers and that they would die doing it too. Jon was confused at how Nymeria's ancestors could've possibly died fighting White Walkers, but he nodded to Ser Davos to let him men know they had leave to start mining, and Davos exited the throne room. Jon was just about to take his leave when Tyrion spoke.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[+red I know what you're doing, Jon Snow. You're remaining loyal to your people, but bending the knee is key to your survival right now. Your survival as well as your men. Nymeria's family have fought the White Walkers. She knows the stories and she knows how to fight them. She is a fearsome Queen that you may need to reconsider what you are going here. Jon Snow, you don't realize this, but Nymeria's family was once the most powerful house in the North, not to mention the whole country of Westeros. The Asters were allied with your family long before Ned Stark was even thought about, and the Asters were the first to fight the White Walkers. They were the original protectors of the Wall. You might want to reconsider how you think and look at Nymeria. She isn't just some foreign invader, she was once your family's ally a long time ago.]" Tyrion shrugged. Jon sighed and pinched his nose before addressing the dwarf.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[b Tyrion, I hear your words, I do. What you fail to recognize is the position I am in. It isn't as easy as simply bending the knee. I cannot show weakness or I'll lose everything I have. Its wonderful that the Asters were once an ally of the Starks, but as I stated when I arrived, [i I am not a Stark]. I am not beholden to my father's ancestors' vows. I am not your enemy, nor Nymeria's, but right now, I need my full strength. I will not have that strength if I bend the knee. This is a war of the living against the dead, Tyrion. If I go to your sister and tell her all I've seen, will she believe me? Will she pledge her armies to [i fight] with us? What must I do to secure the men we need?]" Jon asked in an unintentionally raised voice, approaching the smaller man.]]]
  s n o w / Monday- / 19d 11h 48m 15s
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[center [size12 Nymeria was taken aback by the man's sudden fight for Jon Snow's name. She wanted to snap his neck, but instead, politely listened to him. Only one sentence stuck out to her. [i He took a knife to the heart for his people.] She raised a white eyebrow at him before noting the reaction that Jon had towards the ending of the man's speech. She then crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. [i [#778899 "Lannister army? Joining us? You must be insane to make that kind of statement,"]] Nymeria chuckled, laughing out of pure hilarity that he would even suggest that. Nymeria knew that this man was not stupid or he wouldn't be alive, standing in front of her right now.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria then stood in silence for a moment in contemplation as she thought over exactly what she wanted to do with the information that was lain out in front of her. She could easily help Jon Snow, but she would be losing control over her southern station, where all her people were, but at the same time, the trust given to Jon and allow him to mine her dragon glass would help her make him bend the knee and their alliance be stronger.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria looked back at Tyrion. He was what kept her level headed and not doing stupid, brash things. She gave the look of [i help me decide] and Tyrion nodded into her direction. [i [#778899 "Mine your dragon glass. You should know this one bit of information, this army is even bigger than you expect. My ancestors died fighting these demons, we will too,"]] with that Nymeria tipped her head forward and turned around once more. She was heading out of the throne room, the pack of Direwolves following right behind her.]]
[center [size12 Missandei was following right after Nymeria, as well. Once they were out of ear shoot, Nymeria relaxed her shoulders and sighed. [i [#778899 "Why must stubborn men be so hard to control. Is being a Queen so foreign to men that it makes them act stupid?"]] Nymeria asked her most trusted friend, who just laughed.]]
[center [size12 It was Tyrion left in the throne, who was staring at Jon Snow with that look of [i how stupid can you be] and shook his head. [i [#FF0000 "I know what you're doing, Jon Snow. You're remaining loyal to your people, but bending the knee is key to your survival right now. Your survival as well as your men. Nymeria's family have fought the White Walkers. She knows the stories and she knows how to fight them,"]] Tyrion walked up to Jon Snow, [i [#FF0000 "she is a fearsome Queen that you may need to reconsider what you are going here."]] Tyrion warned.]]
[center [size12 Tyrion then realized that the Asters weren't well known to many people, other than the fact that Nymeria's father killed himself and Nymeria was some sort of foreign invader. The Asters were the most powerful family in the North at one point, allied with the Starks. Together, they made a very deadly combo. The Asters were the original protectors of the Wall and the first to meet the White Walkers. Tyrion then looked at Jon Snow with narrowed eyes, [i [#FF0000 "Jon Snow, you don't realize this, but Nymeria's family was once the most powerful house in the North, not to mention the whole country of Westeros. The Asters were allied with your family long before Ned Stark was even thought about and the Asters were the first to fight the White Walkers. They were the original protectors of the Wall. You might want to reconsider how you think and look at Nymeria. She isn't just some foreign invader, she was once your family's ally a long time ago,"]] Tyrion mentioned before shrugging.]]
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[center [size15 [Inconsolata Jon could tell he had struck some kind of nerve with Nymeria, though he hadn't meant to. He stood just inside the door, one hand held behind his back, the other resting on Longclaw's hilt, more of a comforting tactic he'd picked up when he was North of the Wall rather than an attempt to intimidate or threaten anyone in the room. He listened, quiet and patient, his dark eyes never leaving Nymeria's. He knew that if she wanted to, the Changeling Queen could take the North by force with very little effort, but he also knew that he would lose the North even quicker if he bent the knee. Jon waited silently until the Queen mentioned her knowledge of the White Walkers. He tried very hard to let his only reaction be his eyes widening slightly. Once she had finished, Jon opened his mouth to speak only to be cut off by Ser Davos.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[+green Your Grace, none dispute your hardships nor the work you've put in to get back to our shores. You were the first to bring Dothraki to Westeros. Jon was the first to make allies of Wildlings and Northmen. He was named Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. He was named King in the North, not because of his birthright, he has no birthright, he's a damn bastard. All those hard sons of bitches chose him as their leader because they [i believe] in him. You're in a difficult position, we understand that. You would risk your life for your people, that's evident. Jon would as well, and he has. He fought those things for the good of his people, he risked his life for his people, he took a knife to the heart for his people, he gave his own life for-]" Davos cut off when he saw Jon glaring at him. Jon cleared his throat loudly before he spoke.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[b I apologize for my advisor's rash words, my lady. What he meant to say was, 'we require your leave to mine the cache of dragon glass that is hidden below Dragonstone.' As far as any of us are concerned, there are only two things that can kill a wight or White Walker, and those are dragon glass and fire. I also require more men to wield that dragon glass. An alliance would be in both of our favor. But just your men and mine won't be enough, unfortunately. We will need the Lannister army as well.]"]]]
  s n o w / Monday- / 20d 11h 6m 27s
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[center [size12 Nymeria sat there and listened to the request of the King of the North and waited patiently for him to finish before taking in a breath and slowly released it. She needed to pick and choose her words carefully. Nymeria gaining a following from her homeland of the North would create an unbeatable army, but at the same time, Nymeria could take the North without any help then take the South and have the whole country of Westeros under her country, just with a snap of her fingers, but right now, there was no need for hostilities. She licked her lips before finally mustering up the kindest words that she could.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria's gold eyes laid upon Jon Snow in narrowed way. She then started to speak, [i [#778899 "you have issues in the North that you need me to help you fix. You come to me with a request, after I have reunited you with something that you lost a long time ago. I invited you to my home, in hopes that we could create an alliance and even mentioned that you would need to bend the knee to me, but yet, I see no knee bending in front of me."]] Nymeria then stood up. The pack of Direwolves stood as well around her feet. She then gestured around her. [i [#778899 "I didn't get to where I am because I happen to be pretty and was a naturally born leader. I was sold off for selfish purposes, learned the skills that have made me the Queen that I am right now, standing in front of you. I don't intend on sitting here on my throne, I intend on fighting along side my men to make this world a better place. If I move my people North, I lose my current position and you don't understand the kind of situation that this could put me in,"]] Nymeria further explained before walking up to Jon Snow. Though she was shorter, she did have a pretty intimidating presences about her. It was probably the six Direwolves that where standing right behind her, more than anything else.]]
[center [size12 [i [#FF0000 "Maybe we can..."]] Tyrion tried to speak out, but Nymeria raised her hand and cleared her throat. She stood there processing the situation at hand before finally coming to a solution. [i [#778899 "You want to fight the White Walkers with my help, I guess I can give that to you,"]] something that Jon Snow didn't know. The Aster Family was the most Northern family, which had fought the White Walkers a long time ago before gaining control of the Crown of Westeros. [i [#778899 "What do you want from me then?"]] Nymeria clasp her hands before turning back to her throne, heels clicking softly on the hard, grey marble flooring. She then did an about face and was facing Jon Snow once more, but this time she was closer to her throne than him.]]
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[center [size15 [Inconsolata Nymeria was silent for a time, after Jon had stated his purpose. She then turned and motioned to her men, who promptly carried away his boat. Jon's hand jerked towards Longclaw, meaning to go after them, to stop them, but remembered himself at the last moment and tried to relax himself. '[I If I was in her place I would have done the same,]' he thought. When Nymeria was apparently satisfied, she waved a hand, beckoning both her followers and Jon with his, to follow her up the winding steps to the castle of Dragonstone. Jon made to follow her, but realized that Tyrion had stayed behind, presumably meaning to speak to him. Jon sent his men ahead, but kept Davos with him. Just when Nymeria was out of earshot, the dwarf spoke.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[+red Don't think she's imprisoning you. She's isn't. She's doing this for her own sake, as well as her people, that are here with her. It keeps you from doing something drastic, so keep in mind that she doesn't know you like I know you. She doesn't know that you're an honest man. She keeps everyone at arms length to protect herself,]" He said. Jon nodded with understanding.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[b She's a wise woman. I can see why you ran to her after being accused of killing Joffrey.]" Jon gave a small laugh, then followed Nymeria up the long, winding steps. It was a long walk, but a beautiful one, the autumn scenery lending a certain ambience that one couldn't find in any other season. When he finally reached the throne room, Nymeria turned to face him, speaking. Jon's mind raced while he thought about what she could possibly have that he had lost. The idea hit him the moment Nymeria stepped aside, revealing a large, pure white direwolf with bright red eyes loping towards him.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[b Ghost!]" Jon cried, fighting to maintain at least some semblance of a kingly manner as he squatted beside the wolf, petting him vigorously. He looked towards Nymeria, who had assumed her seat in the great throne at the end of the room. "[b My lady, thank you for this,]" Jon said, standing. "[b I pray to the old gods and the new that I may soon pay you in kind, but I'll need your assistance to do so. You are focused on the enemy to the south, in the form of Queen Cersei, if my advisors are correct. That is all good and well, but there is a more important enemy, one to the North, that we all must fight. It is truly a matter of life and death.]"]]]
  s n o w / Monday- / 20d 12h 53m 20s
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[center [size12 Nymeria Aster, the woman that could change into a beast that was sold off for selfish purposes by her brother, who later became mad with power and tried to bit Nymeria's arm off. She still had the scars. The truest Aster can never go mad from changing their into their beast form and has the ability to change into different beasts. Nymeria had that power, but does not actually know that. It is a hidden ability that she has to unlock and discover herself, but the real kicker here, she never shifts. She stays human because of the stories and real life experience with her family slowly descending into a crazy like, ravenous beast that ends up killing themselves or worse, killing other people.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria remembered the horror and fear she felt when her father began trying to gnaw at himself, in front of his whole castle of people. Not only that, but he killed his Hand as well, by eating him. The ravenous hunger led to him killing himself, eating away at him until he finally died from his wounds that no one could even get near enough to treat. Her brother, Nikolai Aster, ran away with her and sold her for his own selfish desires of one day being the true king. His life was ended quickly after marrying Nymeria off to the Dothraki King, Khal Drogo, Nymeria's first love and last. She could never feel the way about anyone else than she felt about Drogo. Drogo was the one, who ended her brother's life though, but Nymeria felt no shame in being a part of that. She told herself that her brother was no true king. He was merely a pawn in all of this. The battle for that iron clad throne, which was the reason for all the wars that had started to pick up in Westeros.]]
[center [size12 This story of Nymeria's life was not for the weak hearted and she wouldn't even dare spill her life's story out for Jon Snow to make him feel more obligated to follow her, so straight forward and curt was the way to go and that was Nymeria's specialty. She could appreciate Jon Snow being the same way back towards her. She nodded her head before turning the three man group of Dothraki that were standing behind her, Tyrion, and Missandei and snapped her fingers. They moved past her and Jon Snow's group, heading straight to the boat, where they picked it up and carried it off. On the outside, this looked like Nymeria was stranding Jon Snow and his followers and imprisoning them, but really, this was her way of controlling the situation and keeping her and her people safe.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria then turned around, motioning for everyone to follow her. She walked back up the stairs that led straight back into her castle. Missandei, Grey Worm, and the whole lot of them followed, but Tyrion, he stayed back to speak with Jon Snow. He cleared his throat and watch Nymeria for a moment before speaking. [i [#FF0000 "Don't think she's imprisoning you. She's isn't. She's doing this for her own sake, as well as her people, that are here with her. It keeps you from doing something drastic, so keep in mind that she doesn't know you like I know you. She doesn't know that you're an honest man. She keeps everyone at arms length to protect herself,"]] Tyrion further explained and shook his head. He feared that she might leave a bitter taste in her guests' mouths. But did Nymeria care? She never really cared what people thought of her. She was doing what she thought was best for her and her people.]]
[center [size12 When Nymeria took a step into her throne room, a large pack of what appeared to be Direwoles, greeted her. All different colors, but one stood out from the rest. A pure white, large male Direwolf with bright, red eyes. He was Nymeria's favorite and she knew that this particular wolf would be very important to Jon Snow. Call her crazy, but she had the ability to speak with these beautiful beasts. She smiled at the white Direwolf before turning on her heels to face Jon Snow once more.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "I might have something that you've lost a very long time ago. Take this as a peace offering between us two,"]] Nymeria side stepped and the familiar Direwolf ran straight up to Jon Snow, almost leaping on the dark haired man. [i [#778899 "I found him one day and he wouldn't leave me alone. He must have known,"]] she explained before taking a seat on her throne. The other Direwolves took their place at her feet and around the throne.]]
  nymeria / GH0UL / 21d 12h 4m 11s
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[size15 [Inconsolata Being a bastard wasn't easy. Of course, Jon Snow wasn't one to complain, it only made him seem craven, living up to his unwanted title. Shunned since birth, aside from his [s sister] [i half-sister], Arya, and his half-brother, Robb, all Jon had wanted was a family Close upon his fourteenth name-day, he found his chance to get that family. His father was taking his sisters and going to King's Landing to assume the position of the King's Hand. Jon would be sent to the Wall. He would take the Black, join those great men and warriors in defending the Wall. On the day they were all set to leave, Jon rode North with his Uncle Benjen, Tyrion Lannister , and a few others. He quickly learned that the men on the Wall weren't as honorable as he thought, taking the Black didn't come with as much glory as he expected.]]

[size15 [Inconsolata Soon after his arrival at the Wall, Jon's uncle Benjen went missing while on a ranging mission. Jon was crushed, but continued his training, eventually taking his vows and being named Steward to the Old Bear, Lord Commander Jeor Mormont. After two dead men attacked the Old Bear during the night, the men of the Night's Watch gathered their forces and set out North of the Wall to discover the source of the risen dead, as well as investigate rumors of a large host of Wildlings gathering. After being captured by the Wildlings and brought in as a turncloak, Jon had a fleeting romance with a Willdling woman, Ygritte, before escaping back south of the Wall. Following the death of the Old Bear, Jon was named Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and promptly executed Mance Rayder, the self-proclaimed King Beyond the Wall.]]

[size15 [Inconsolata Upon his return from a second, less successful, ranging mission, Jon finds that Ramsey Bolton is holding his half-brother, Rickon, hostage at Winterfell. He was named King in the North, and marched south to Winterfell and almost lost his life in the Battle of the Bastards. After regaining Winterfell from the now-extinct Boltons, Jon received a raven from the Changeling Queen, Nymeria Aster, asking him to treat with her. After some thought, Jon left his sister, Sansa, in charge of the North as his regent, then set south to Dragonstone.]]

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[size15 [Inconsolata Seeing as how Jon was meeting a queen, he felt as though he should put on his best. The thing was, his best just [i wasn't that great]. He wore his best Blacks - a black studded leather jerkin, black leather trousers, a black tunic with a silver direwolf emblazoned upon it, his direwolf pelt cloak, and had Longclaw strapped at his side. He hovered over his small desk in his cabin upon the ship when he heard the call.]]

[size15 [Inconsolata "[+blue We've come upon Dragonstone!]" Jon let out a sigh and straightened his clothing. This was it, he was here, about to meet the Changeling Queen. He arrived above deck, and was greeted by his trusted advisor, Ser Davos Seaworth. A curt nod was exchanged between them before they boarded the small rowboat that would take them ashore.]]

[size15 [Inconsolata "[+green If I may, Your Grace, the Changeling Queen is said to be... well, she has a revolutionary mind. One would be wise to watch their words around her, I believe.]" Davos grumbled, in his low, gravely voice.]]

[size15 [Inconsolata "[b Thank you for the advice, Ser Davos, but I would rather tell the truth and speak my mind.]" Jon replied, hand on Longclaw's hilt as the rowboat grew closer to shore. There were silhouettes on shore, but... more than he had expected. Surely he didn't need [i that] large a welcome party? As they grew even closer to shore, Jon spotted a woman with silver blonde hair, with the familiar face of Tyrion Lannister standing just behind her. That had to be her. He breathed in the sea air deeply, then straightened his back and assumed his place at the front of the rowboat.]]

[size15 [Inconsolata The small boat landed, and Jon disembarked, quickly followed by Ser Davos and the few other men they had brought. Jon stood in front and assumed what he could only guess was a kingly stature. He had barely situated himself before the woman he took to be Queen Nymeria approached him and spoke.]]

[size15 [Inconsolata "[b You are quite courteous, my Lady. Not many would deign to meet a guest upon the beach. However, I am not a Stark. Not truly. I am a Snow. May we speak together with our advisors? I have urgent news from the North that we must discuss.]"]]
  s n o w / Monday- / 22d 7h 13m 34s
[center [size12 The Aster Family, one of great power and supernatural abilities was soon wiped from existences. Not because of being killed during battle or of natural causes. No. The Aster Family had the ability to change into an animal, or any kind of beast, and that was assigned at birth. Though, the down fall with this ability meant that you had a limitation. That limitation was if you shifted into that specific animal one too many times, you eventually began losing your sanity and that was what the downfall of this great house was. Nymeria was all that was left and her spot on the Iron Throne was tossed to the wind, her father ended up killing himself in a horrific way. Eating himself alive, literally in front of everyone in the Great Throne room as he sat, half animal and half human, eating his arm slowly. It scarred many of people, especially Nymeria.]]
[center [size12 Though this left Nymeria in a horrible position, causing her to be displaced, she learned many things. She picked up several languages, some that were rarely spoken to common ones. She was taught how to swing a sword since she was a little kid, she wanted to know how to fight. And she did. She gained a whole army to follow behind her, that loved and adored the short, white haired Shifter. The idea of Nymeria gaining a whole army and then some and coming to Westeros did not sit very well with a lot of the houses and Nymeria did understand that. Nymeria appeared as the foreign invader and she did not want to appear that way, at all. Though, not a lot of people remember the Princess Nymeria that most adored and loved. No, they just remember Aeron Aster, the Mad King. The great Bear that ate himself alive as he sat on that Iron throne.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria wanted a world of peace and tranquility. She wanted people to love her, not fear her. She wanted people to pursue what they wanted, not what they had to do. She wanted woman and girls to be able to pick up a sword and men to be able to pick up a sewing needle. She wanted a revolution of a great scale. If her family taught her that she could be a knight instead of a Princess then Nymeria would teach the world that.]]
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[center [size12 Nymeria rarely wore dresses, and meeting the [i King Of The North] didn't even put the idea in her head to wear one. She was clad in trousers, black ones with leather straps, as well as black boots. She had a white, long sleeved shirt with soft red accents around the seams, and a red and gold coat over top of that with a soft, tan fur around the collar. Winter was settling in for only the seven gods and whatnot would know. She was standing at the end of a table that was carved in a way that mimic the Seven Kingdoms and all of Westeros. She had her eyes scanning over things, tiny pawns acted as the remaining houses that were in this game of thrones.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria was in this room alone before she heard a voice catch her attention, though it did startle her. [i [#FF0000 "Nymeria?"]] It was Lord Tyrion, Nymeria's Hand and most trusted adviser. He had taught her many things, but at the same time, directed her attention in the wrong direction as well. Nymeria nodded her head and smiled. [i [#FF0000 "Jon Snow is here. Might I say, the man has surely changed since I last saw him,"]] Tyrion motioned for the girl to follow him.]]
[center [size12 The most noticeable thing about Nymeria was not the fact that she did not wear dresses. No, she carried a long, Valerian steel sword on her back and a dagger on her hip. She didn't need anyone protecting her. She could handle herself. She did have a few people that she kept around her. She wanted to look as no threatening, herself, as possible, so people would underestimate her. She was very short and wasn't at all heavy set. She was skinny, from the outside, but really, she could pick up that long sword without a single issue.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria was greeting Jon Snow at his boot. She felt that it would appear better that way than just sitting on her little throne and wait for him. She followed behind the Dwarf, all the way until she saw the black haired man from the beginning of the beach. She stood there for a moment, as the rest of her small group of advisers finally caught up. She then did approach him, a gentle smile on her pale, pink lips. She was eyeing Jon Snow with these odd eyes that were only true to the Aster Family. The bright, yellowish green eyes. They were so brightly colored that they basically glowed in the dark, at times.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "Jon Snow, the notorious Stark child that I have heard so many things about from Tyrion,"]] she approached himself. She looked at the rest of the men around her before clasping her hands together. [i [#778899 "I do appreciate you all coming down to me. I don't quite remember how to navigate the Northern territories, so do forgive me for asking you to come down to me,"]] Nymeria apologized to Jon Snow with a slight bow to her head.]]
  nymeria / GH0UL / 22d 10h 24m 43s
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