Tagged By @nurdles

Tagged by @nurdles

Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better

Relationship status: single

Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick

Last song I listened to (that meant something to me): Little Talks by Of Monster and Men

Last movie I watched: Not a movie, but I just binge watched season 4 of Major Crimes

Favourite colour: purple

Top 3 shows: Game of Thrones, Walking Dead, Once Upon a Time (the third one was a hard choice because I have watched a lot of shows and GoT and TWD just stand out)

Top 3 favourite characters: Jaime Lannister, Carol Peletier, Brienne of Tarth (Honorable mentions: Daryl and Merle Dixon, Tyreese, Regina Mills  and George Crabtree)

Top 3 ships: Jaime x Brienne, Caryl, Dany x Jorah (Honorable mentions:  Gendrya, SanSan, SwanQueen, Richonne, Shandy and Rocketshipping)

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I am tagging @lifeinpurplestars @thereadersmuse @firstclassinsanity @hedwig123 @gajamudshgw @notbasicfangirl @madien-of-thorns and whoever else would like to

Husband

The day had been a long one, full of plans, strategies, discussions and arguments. Even though all the great families of Westeros were now united, it did not make for an easy alliance. For now Jon and her were alone, drinking wine and staring at a giant map. She considered Jon, he is dark, brooding and overly serious. Although she guessed the situation was an extremely serious one, however she couldn't help but imagine Daario finding some way to laugh, even in the face of White Walkers and the undead, but her husband isn't Daario.

She knows so little about her husband, they have been married such a short time. It was a strategic alliance, a means to consolidate power. It made so much sense, the King in the North should marry the Queen of the South. She knows Jon is a good man, he cares more about the well being of his men than he does about his own, which is a great quality in a leader. But, she doesn't know if she'll ever love him.

The White Walkers and their army are pressing south, gathering the dead as they go. The scouts, those who are lucky enough to return, report that they are getting close. Tomorrow they go out to meet them. She will ride Drogon, and their mettle will be tested, to see if its possible to inflict any damage on their great army. Everyone knows that they might fail miserably, tomorrow could be her last day.

Jon is saying something, he has probably been saying something for awhile.

"I'm sorry Jon, I haven't been attending."

"That's alright. I suppose it doesn't matter, we can only go over plans so many times." They sat in silence for awhile, then she rose.

"Jon, I hope you don't mind, but if tonight is going to be my last I would like to spend it with those who are dearest to me."

"Of course. Good night my Queen."

"Good night, Jon."

She made her way through the castle. She was still getting used to Winterfell, with all its twists and turns and crypts. However, she knew her way to this room. It had once been a storage room, changed into a small bedchamber. She knocked, he opened the door.

"Khaleesi" he always said it like that, more like a endearment than a title.

"Jorah" she gave him a watery smile. He opened the door wider to let her in, then he shut the door, to shut out the night.

(A03)

tagged by @nurdles

1.       If you could ask your pet one question what would it be? Why she gets all cuddly with my mom, but not me

2.       Do you talk to yourself out loud and has anyone ever noticed? All the time, my co-workers sometimes gave me funny looks

3.       What’s the most disgusting thing you can put between two slices of bread and eat? Just ketchup, my brother used to love to do this

4.       Time travel – a week in the future or a week in the past and why?Neither, not much for time travel

5.       What’s your favorite smell of all time? Apples and cinnamon 

6.       If you could live in one fictional place, where would you live? I wouldn’t want to live there, but I’d love to visit Highgarden from ASOIAF, preferably during peace time. I would love to attend one of their masquerade harvest balls. 

7.       If you could bring back one celebrity who died in the last five years, who would it be? Phillip Seymour Hoffman, so many more great roles he could have played 

8.       Favorite weird food combination? I can’t think of anything really weird. I like oatmeal with 1 tsp of peanut butter and 2 tsp of strawberry jam mixed in

9.       Addiction (or habit) you wish you could break? Candy, I love it, but it is not so good for my waistline

10.       Fanfiction: Explicit or Fluffy? Fluffy, but sometimes I get into a phase where I read all the E rated stories

11.       Jaime and Brienne are finally going to do the deed – George R.R. Martin’s version or HBO Game of Thrones version (If you don’t ship JB choose another book/show ship)? I want it to happen in both universes, I think I would prefer the HBO version, I love GRRM but his love scenes are often not very sexy

tagging @a-game-of-jaime-and-brienne @alliesob @theresnosafeharbor4myships @hedwig123 @valeconlapices

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VALONQAR

There was so much blood. He was a knight, he had fought in many battles. He knew blood intimately, the sight, the the smell, the taste, but this was different, it was her blood.

Had she really thought he would stand there and do nothing. The enemy was closing in, reports suggested Daenarys Targaryen was less than a days ride away. For days he had been trying to advise her, to make plans, but there was only one plan she was interested in, her own. It was as if the past had come hurtling into the present, but the madness had infected a different body.

Cersei had given Qyburn the order. He had followed him out of the room, and quickly dispatched the old man. When he reentered the room Cersei was sitting facing the windows overlooking the city, a small smile played upon her lips. When he came into her field of vision she showed no worry or fear, even though his sword dripped with blood. He made it quick, one decisive blow piecing her heart.

He had no idea how long he stood there watching her beauty drain from her body. Eventually, he found the strength to stumble out into the hallway. Bronn was there standing over Qyburn's body, he looked at him and his blood soaked sword.

"What have you done?" What had he done, he had changed everything, for himself and for the Seven Kingdoms.

"Jaime" hearing his name pulled him away from his thoughts. Bronn was standing next to him now, looking quite worried, Bronn rarely looked worried. His role as commander asserted itself.

"Tell them to open the gates, everyone is to stand down. Anyone in the Lannister army who wishes to make a run for the Westerlands is free to do so." Bronn looked surprised, but Jaime knew he would follow orders.

"What about the Mountain? Last I heard he was down in the dungeons. He is not going to like any of this" he said gesturing at Qyburn's body.

"Let the Dragon Queen deal with the Mountain."

"And, where will you be?" He couldn't go home, and he couldn't stay here. Was there anywhere, that someone would welcome him with open arms? Suddenly he thought of a tall woman with hair the colour of straw.

"Far away from here" was all he said to Bronn. He turned to walk away, but Bronn called to him.

"Jaime, if reports are correct, your brother is with this Dragon Queen. What should I tell him?"

"Tell him Jaime Lannister is dead." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When Daenary's forces approached the city they found the gates open and the harbour empty. Grey Worm suspected a trap, so the Unsullied forces entered first. They brought back an old man, he told them that most people had fled, those unable to do so had barricaded themselves inside any available building. The man was not able to tell them why no army was there to challenge them.

When they entered the city the place was eerily still. There was only the sound of their horse's hooves and the swoosh of dragon wings above. Tyrion had never heard the city so quiet. Daenarys thought it reminded her of the dead city she had found in the Red Waste. Even the Dothraki, who would love to pillage, did not break the silence. They did not speak until they entered the Red Keep and the throne room. There lounging on the steps to the Iron Throne was one person Tyrion never thought to be so happy to see again. As they crossed the room he stood and bowed.

"Queen Daenarys, may I have the pleasure of introducing Ser Bronn of the Blackwater."

"Your Grace." Bronn tired to give her one of his more engaging smiles.

"It's good to meet you Ser Bronn. Can you tell us what happened here?"

"That is kind of hard to explain, but basically it was decided to not put up a fight."

"Who decided?" Bronn rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, I guess you could say I decided, seeing as I had been put in charge of what remained of the city watch and the Lannister army. I thought it was best not have men dying for a lost cause."

"And what of my family?" asked Tyrion "Have they fled to Casterly Rock?" A look of pity passed over Bronn's face.

"I'm sorry Tyrion, they're all gone."

"Gone?"

"Dead."

"Jaime?" Bronn nodded.

"If it's any consolation he probably saved this city. He killed your sister. Afterwards, he told me to open the city gates and let any man flee who wished to. Then he climbed to the top of the White Tower and threw himself from the window."

It provided little solace for Tyrion. His brother, his one true friend and defender was gone. He felt like a deep hollow place had taken up residence in his heart. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At the same time Daenarys' forces were taking King's Landing, few people would have noticed a single man, in a dark cloak, riding north.

(A03)