A Queen Needs A King

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[center [size12 Nymeria glanced back once more to where Tyrion had walked off. She felt a bit of nervousness run over her spine, but she calmed herself down. She knew that Ceresi would not doing anything irrational, or at least she hoped that she wouldn't. There was only so much that Nymeria could assume in this world. She did know one thing, Ceresi was a bad person and she could not be trusted, at this point. No matter what she said. Even if Tyrion came back and told Nymeria that his sister agreed to help them, Nymeria would assume that it was all a clever lie to get Nymeria to turn her back against the Lannisters, only to have them stab her in the back. For now, Nymeria's attention was on Jon. She couldn't think about Ceresi and the Lannisters anymore.]]
[center [size12 [i [#FF0000 "Upset is a good way to describe it, but you have your morals, Jon. I cannot fault you for that,"]] Nymeria explained in a soft tone before shaking her head. [i [#778899 "This is just a minor bump in our blame. Hopefully, Tyrion can talk her into a middle group, something that could help us in this pursuit in the North,"]] Nymeria sighed softly. She was about to say something else, when she noticed Tyrion walking back with his head still on his shoulders.]]
[center [size12 [i [#FF0000 "So, it took a bit of persuading, but she has agreed to help us against the Night Walkers,"]] Tyrion's voice trailed as if he was going to say more.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "Continue, Tyrion,"]] Nymeria urged him. She did not want Tyrion to hide anything from her. Their relationship had been strained before.]]
[center [size12 [i [#FF0000 "But, we know my sister. We can only take her word for so much,"]] Tyrion furthered explained and Nymeria just exhaled quietly.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "Well, we can keep our men at Casterly Rock and keep a small army of Dotharki at Dragons Stone. Keep our bases covered, just in case then we can head up North,"]] there was only so much that they could do to protect themselves from Ceresi's backstabbing nature.]]
  nymeria / GH0UL / 239d 20h 4m 1s
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[center [Inconsolata [size15 To Jon's surprise, Nymeria defended his name against Tyrion and sent him away to try and win his sister back over to assist them. Once the dwarf had taken his leave, Nymeria hooked her arm through Jon's and led him to a secluded place, far enough away from the others that no one could overhear them.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[+silver I'm not mad at you.]" Nymeria's voice comforted Jon some, and he sighed softly.]]]
[center [Inconsolata [size15 "[b You may not be angry with me, but you are upset, I can tell. No one is less happy about this than I am. I just cannot bring myself to lie, even if it would be to my benefit. I don't know if I made the right choice, its hard to know. Maybe I just won us this war, or maybe I just condemned us all to death. And I want you to know that I take full responsibility if what I did gets us all killed.]" Jon said, placing his hand on Nymeria's cheek, before quickly pulling it back, worried he had stepped out of line. He kept one eye on the exit towards the Red Keep that Cersei and Tyrion had used, watching carefully for the return of one or the other.]]]
  s n o w / Monday- / 269d 23h 9m 36s
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[center [size12 Nymeria sat back in her chair, Tyrion on her right and Jon Snow was on her left, but he was soon standing and showing her what they all gathered here to see. Her arms relaxed, resting on the arm rests of the chair as she observed Ceresi with close, golden eyes. She hated that woman for several reasons, but one stuck out in her mind. Ceresi Lannister had the power to do amazing things, but instead, she uses fear tactics and cruelty to force people in loving her. It was all a mask for how scared she actually was. Ceresi might give off the air of a strong, independent Queen, but she wasn't. Nymeria held so much hate inside of her for this woman in her sights.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria's lips curled up into a smirk at the mere sight of watching Ceresi briefly panic when the White Walker nearly attacked her. How all her guards and people around her jumped to defend her. Nymeria didn't understand how such a [i strong woman] needed men to protect her. But again, it was all a mask that Ceresi had created to keep control.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria then turned her attention back to Jon Snow when Ceresi asked the question that made Nymeria's blood boil. Using Jon's own personality against him. He was a man of his word, faithful, and all around one of the best people in this fucked up world. Nymeria gritted her teeth, keeping herself seated as she waited for the answer. Of course, Jon Snow answered how she expected him to. She wasn't angry. She did quite enjoyed Ceresi's reaction.]]
[center [size12 As everyone went their separate ways, leaving Nymeria's small group still in the same place, Nymeria stood up to step in between Tyrion and Jon. [i [#778899 "Let the man have his humanity, Tyrion,"]] Nymeria jumped to his defense, naturally. She huffed softly, rubbing her face with her hands. [i [#778899 "There is something that you could do. Talk to your sister, lie for Jon Snow, so he doesn't have to do it,"]] Nymeria was trying to find ways around how to deal with this. It would be never ending fight if she didn't think quickly.]]
[center [size12 [i [#FF0000 "Easier said than done, my Queen. Don't forget, she wants my head on a pike,"]] Tyrion explained and Nymeria took a moment to wince at the mere imagine of Tyrion's head being put on a pike before sighing. [i [#778899 "But, she knows that if she is to kill you now, she will actually make this war even worse. I might not have the numbers right now, but they are right behind us as we stand here,"]] Nymeria urged for Tyrion to help her out. He did eventually give in though. Heading off to speak with his sister.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria then turned to Jon Snow and sighed softly. It wasn't a frustrated sigh though. It was a sigh of relief, something to calm her down. She took a hold of his arm and led Jon Snow into a more secluded area. [i [#778899 "I'm not mad at you,"]] Nymeria explained, hoping that it was clear enough for him to see without having to try and convince him.]]
  nymeria / GH0UL / 270d 18h 37m 35s
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[center [Inconsolata [size15 The combination of the gentle, rocking waves and the presence of Nymeria's head on Jon's shoulder was more relaxing than he would've expected. Within a few moments, he could tell that his Queen was soundly asleep. He reached up and gently stroked her hair a few times. "[b I trust you, Nymeria.]" he whispered. This reminded him of Ygritte, and he wasn't quite sure how he felt about it, but it was nice, he had to admit. Within a few moments of listening to Nymeria's soft breathing, Jon found himself, also, drifting into the realm of dreams.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata ~~~~~]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata The moment Jon spotted Cersei sitting underneath that canopy, he felt uneasy. This was the woman who had tried to kill his little brother, Bran, all those years ago. Though, it did look like she had paid at least in part for her crimes, because her once long, luxurious golden hair was now cut short and choppy.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[+gold I have never seen a changeling up close, not to mention a self proclaimed changeling queen,]" She stated, with that haughty voice of hers. Jon clenched his fists, but forced himself to relax them when he sat down, with Ser Davos on his right. He forced himself to hold back a smile as Nymeria spoke, and her words made Cersei shut her mouth for once in her life. The Hound pulled the wooden box that was holding the White Walker forward, and Jon rose.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[b Open it.]" Jon told Sandor, and the large man obeyed, kicking open the lid of the box. For a few moments, nothing happened, and Jon started to worry that the wight had died on their trip south. Then, the wight jumped out of the box and lunged at Cersei. Sandor let the chain pull and pull until the wight could almost touch the Southern queen, then pulled back a bit to give her some room. "[b You see, Queen Cersei,]" Jon started, "[b The wights cannot be killed by any normal means,]" He pulled out Longclaw and shoved it through the wight's body, right where its heart would be. He retrieved Longclaw from the wight's body and lopped off its right arm. The wight remained unfazed, focusing only on Cersei. "[b The only way to kill them is with fire, or dragonglass.]" Jon sheathed Longclaw, then pulled out his dragonglass dagger and stabbed the wight directly through its eye socket, causing it to crumble into dust. "[b This isn't just some tale that old women tell children to get them to go to bed on time. This is real. And we all have to band together to win against them. This is no longer a fight between Kings and Queens. This is now a fight between life and death.]" Jon said.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[+gold Very well, I understand. But if I am to agree to this armistice, I have one condition. You, Jon Snow, self proclaimed King in the North, must not fight on any one side of the war between Queen Nymeria and myself. I know you, as Ned Stark's son, will stay true to your word.]" Cersei proclaimed, clearly proud of herself.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[b Queen Cersei, I find myself unable to agree to your terms. I have already bent my knee for Queen Nymeria. I cannot serve two Queens.]" Cersei's face grew red, and she almost immediately stormed back to the Red Keep. Tyrion sighed heavily and rubbed his temples.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[+red Have you ever considered learning to lie every now and then? Just a bit?]" Tyrion snapped.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[b No. I had no choice. I refuse to make an oath I cannot keep. Words have to mean something, or there are no more answers, only better and better lies.]" Jon said, his hands folded behind his back.]]]
  s n o w / Monday- / 271d 48m 18s
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[center [size12 Ser Jorah was not a man of holding grudges, or at least from what Nymeria had seen through the years of him being her right hand man, until she found out that he was the man that was supposed to kill her when was younger. She soon got over that horrible piece of history between her and him and learned to forgive him when she realized how loyal he actually was to her. She could no longer be angry with him when he returned to her, cured of his disease. With those thoughts in her head, she just shook her head at Jon Snow.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "Ser Jorah would never hate you for something like that. He disgraced his house and was casted out, so his knew what would follow behind that. He would never be head of that house, nor would he inherit the sword of his father. He has come to peace with all of that,"]] she explained softly before glancing out of the small, cabin window at the roaring waves that smacked against the side of the boat which caused her body to shift slightly in Jon Snow's shoulder which caused her to immediately apologize to him with a soft [i I'm sorry] before relaxing once more against the pillows, as well as slightly leaning against him.]]
[center [size12 She found herself growing a tab bit tired, but fought the sleep for the moment as she listened to him speak about how grateful he was for her. She just chuckled quietly, [i [#778899 "you have nothing to thank me for anymore. We are on equal grounds and from here, we can only go up."]] She knew what she said was a tab bit confusing, but at the same time, if you heard the girl talk enough, it made sense. [i [#778899 "Just know, from here on out, we are a team. No more fighting, no more distrust. We are in this together to make this world a better place. Ceresi is slowly destroying it, while I want to rebuild this world into something that it has always had the potential for,"]] she explained before yawning softly. She then leaned her head over, resting it against Jon Snow's shoulder and her eyes slowly began to close. Within seconds, she had actually drifted off to sleep.]]

[center [size15 [b ~ King's Landing ~]]]

[center [size12 Standing in front of her whole group, but slightly behind Jon Snow, Nymeria had a feeling of uneasiness as she followed him into a large area that brought back slight memories of stories that her father and generations before him had passed down to her. She swallowed hard before glancing all around the fallen, dilapidated rock structures before she saw that short haired, blonde snake in the grass named Ceresi Lannister. She felt her blood boil, but managed to keep her outward appearance calm.]]
[center [size12 [i [#FBFB00 "I have never seen a changeling up close, not to mention a self proclaimed changeling queen,"]] Ceresi commented as Nymeria made her way to her seat, which was placed a bit more outward than Jon Snow's chair. She ignored Ceresi's comment that was meant to rile Nymeria up. If Nymeria was to lose any sense about her, she would simple change into a very large, vicious Direworld, which would not end well for either parties.]]
[center [size12 Quietly, Nymeria exhaled and before she could even begin talking, Ceresi began speaking once more and this time, it was to taunt her brother, Tyrion Lannister. This caused Nymeria's fingers to ball into a fist, fighting back the urge to snap. She then took a moment, closing her eyes before finally speaking. [i [#778899 "This meeting isn't about your brother, nor my species or where I come from. This is about what I have brought to show you. The reason why I have changed my mind where to send my armies to. Why I am no longer pushing onto King's Landing. I am, instead, heading North to fight the White Walkers, which are not something that old ladies tell their grandchildren to scare them into going to bed early,"]] she then motioned for The Hound to bring out a large, wooden box and allowed Jon Snow to take the lead now.]]
  nymeria / GH0UL / 274d 18h 1m 46s
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[center [Inconsolata [size15 Jon struggled to hold back a smile when Nymeria responded to him in kind, calling him her King. He nodded, accepting all of her demands in turn, [s not that he could refuse her], and could feel his eyelids growing heavier. However, when Nymeria's lips touched his cheek, he no longer felt tired. It felt like lightning started coursing through him, and he wanted to get up, to kiss her more like he never knew he had wanted to, but he didn't. He said nothing, mouth slightly ajar, and watched as Nymeria made her exit. Jon let out a breath he hadn't known he had been holding, and closed his eyes, thinking on all that had happened, before he drifted back into sleep.]

[center [Inconsolata [size15 Jon awoke just before Nymeria reentered his cabin, and smiled at her appearance. His stomach grumbled loudly, giving away just how hungry he was, and he let out a small laugh. "[b I'm glad that it is you, I don't know if I could stand eating with the Old Bear's son staring at me. I think he's still angry with me for having Longclaw.]" he chuckled. He watched Nymeria pour the wine carefully and attempted to shimmy himself over so she had room to sit if she wished. He propped himself up on the pillows and smiled at her. "[b I thank you, my Queen. This is more kindness than I should deserve.]" he said, and placed his hand on hers.]]]
  s t a r s / Monday- / 276d 21h 35m 44s
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[center [size12 The nickname definitely caught the Changeling Queen off guard, but he had quickly fixed it in a way that surprised her. His Queen. She couldn’t help, but to allow a small smile to spread upon her soft, pale lips only to have it disappear once more. She wasn’t never one for emotions, but hearing him finally call her His Queen was definitely something to show at least a bit of her emotion. She couldn’t keep at this emotionless, bitter Queen for much longer, especially now that she had bigger things to deal with. She just had to keep them under control.]]
[center [size12 Nymeria then sat back down by Jon, her hand resting on the edge of the bed as she finally gave in. She nodded to him, [i [#778899 “and, My King, we will sail for King’s Landing immediately. Please do get some rest. I need you in tip top shape for this meeting. You’ve met Ceresi and her band of vicious followers. I have not.”]] She was a bit worried about how this will go seeing how she had never met this Queen Ceresi before. She felt an odd stir in her stomach, but she brushed it off as the wave rocked the boat roughly.]]
[center [size12 With a swift stand, Nymeria turned to Jon Snow once more with a determined look like she was about to tell him something that he could not refuse her. She held her breath for a moment before finally speaking, [i [#778899 “you are going to stay here until you are well enough to get up. As your Queen, I need my King to be completely healthy, okay?”]] Nymeria then leaned down and pressed her pale lips against his cheek. A bold, surprising move that even startled her. [i [#778899 “I will be back later with something to eat for you,”]] and she then turned on her heels, walking to the door. Once on the other side of the door and it closed behind her, she let out the a huge breath that she had been holding for longer than she had intended to. Was she out of line with that kiss? It was harmless though.]]
[center [size12 Later that evening, Nymeria had a hot plate of food in one hand and a pitcher of wine in the other. She felt like Jon would enjoy wine with his food since all that he has been given is water. Tasteless and bland. She managed to get the door opened and poked her head in with a small smile on her lips. [i [#778899 “Like I promised, I brought you food. Ser Jorah wanted to do it, but I figured, I could handle myself,”]] she purred quietly as she made her way over to Jon’s bed side once more. She placed the hot plate of meats, potatoes, and other food on the side table and began pouring a glass of wine for both of them.]]
  nymeria / GH0UL / 282d 19h 50m 6s
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[center [size15 [Inconsolata Jon sighed as Nymeria fussed over him, but he was touched. Only a week ago they would've been fighting and yelling their heads off at each other, but now... Something had changed between them, but Jon couldn't quite place his finger on [i what]. He couldn't help but smile when she mentioned that she wouldn't know what to do without him, though it was more of a smile of irony rather than one of happiness.]]]
[center [size15 [Inconsolata "[b I'm sure you would have managed fine without me, and found your own way to change the world. Listen, Nym,]" He started, but Nymeria made a face. He chuckled, "[b Alright, not Nym. How about... My Queen? I'd bend the knee, but...]" Jon motioned to himself, and smiled. He slipped his hand back into hers and gave it a small squeeze. "[b Don't worry about my sworn men. They'll all come to see you for who you are. A wonderful, strong Queen who can do anything she sets her mind to.]"]]]

[center [size15 [Inconsolata The ship rode a particularly high wave, and when it came back down, Jon winced from the jolt. He was tired, but there was still more to say. "[b We should go straight to King's Landing. I will be well enough then. We can't afford the delay.]" He said, squeezing Nymeria's hand gently. "[b We are on borrowed time already, we shouldn't squander it. Please.]" He said, looking into her eyes.]]]

[right [size9 [Inconsolata sorry for giving Nymeria a little nickname without asking you,]]]
[right [size9 [Inconsolata I just thought of it and figured it fit.]]]
  s t a r s / Monday- / 292d 21h 42m 37s
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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 / 297d 2h 20m 14s
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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- / 292d 22h 25m 12s
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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.]]
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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.]]]
[center ~~~~~]
[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.]]]
[center ~~~~~]
[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.]"
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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.]]]
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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.]]
[center [size15 [b ~~~]]]
[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.]]
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