Break the Wheel

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    December 21st, 2017 at 07:16am
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    As far North as you could go, to the Lands of Always Winter was where the Night King and his men could usually be found. If you could somehow stay alive long enough in the snowy tundra to find them. Though currently, the Night King was stalking outside of Craster's Keep, watching his beloved Thea inside trading for some food and water. He knew she was safe inside, even though Craster, the man after who the small homestead was named, was a serial rapist and lunatic, everyone here in the North beyond the wall knew Thea was chosen by the Night King, and if a hair on her head was touched, they would meet an untimely and painful death.

    The Night King had found Thea when she was just a baby, hidden out in the Haunted Forest all alone. He didn't even know what had struck a cord within him, but he decided to keep her and raise her instead of turning her into a white walker like all the other lost babies that were sacrificed to him out in the cold. She was the only thing the Night King had ever even slightly grown to love, so when she came to him, heartbroken and wanting to go out and see the world before she was turned into his Queen, he had no choice but to allow it.

    It always had scared him that she would decide to not return, and if she didn't, he would have no choice but to trek his army past the wall and reclaim her. Even if his army wasn't ready. But with those thoughts pushed to the back of his mind, here he was, just watching her as she gathered more supplies for her own journey to the Wall, to see what lied beyond it. The Night King would keep a hard eye on her the whole there, until he could no longer follow and the closer they got to the Wall, the more frozen he seemed to become, more fearful of never seeing her again.
    The adjustment to a new queen in King's Landing was a welcomed one. No one much liked Cersei in her last years of ruling and so far our new queen, Daenerys, seemed promising... The only thing that had people a little on edge was that part of her army, the Dothraki, had unexpectedly decided to stay in King's Landing instead of return home to Essos. And by a little on edge, I mean most people were panicked. The Dothraki were a people known for their love of murdering, raping and thieving, and to have them living within our walls, in our city, was more than a little upsetting. Especially since there had already been numerous reports of murders, and rape escalating in Flea Bottom.

    Juniper was lucky though to be sheltered from what was going on in Flea Bottom, because if she wasn't a maid within the keep's walls, Flea Bottom was most likely where she would be. Juniper had been a servant to Cersei during her reign, from the time she was just eleven, to now, a few months after her nineteenth name day. She was lucky that Daenerys was merciful enough to keep all of Cersei's old staff on as her own. Except now, I wasn't a maid to just the queen herself, but I had also been assigned to the Khal Drogo, a man who was roughly the size of a mountain and a whole two feet taller than me. He could strike the fear in any King's Landing warrior.

    Juniper stood in his doorway, holding a tray with ale and some roast, watching as two servant men tried to dress the Khal in regal apparel. It was understating to say that was not having it. Juniper had heard that Daenerys wanted the Khal to dress more civil, in order to not be as frightening to the residence of King's Landing, but it was more apparent that Drogo was not having any bit of what the boys had dressed him in. From the necktie, down to the nice leather boots, he looked completely uncomfortable. Not to mention, it looked like his muscles were about to bust through his vest. Juniper cleared her throat to get the attention of the men, and when she did, she shyly raised the tray of food.
    December 21st, 2017 at 07:50am
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    When Drogo first agreed to stay in King’s Landing to aid in Daenerys reign, he assumed it would be just that. He was there to protect her, listen to her during decisions and speak up when the time was needed. Now it seemed like she had other plans for him, dressing in a way that she found was presentable, was not what he had agreed to. He was the Khal of the Dothraki people, he was meant to instil fear in people that crossed his path. How would he do that when he was being dressed in such a way? He found the clothes to be tight and restricting, he wouldn’t be able to properly defend Daenerys if she was threated. Not only that, the culture was new to him and the local people lived in a way that wasn’t normal to the Khal. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was struggling to even remotely fit into the King’s Landing way.

    He was uncomfortable in every way possible, this wasn’t his home and in his eyes, he would never consider this to be his home. His attention was captured by a noise, glancing over his shoulder, his eyes came to rest on the maid that catered to Daenerys but also to himself. Although, it wasn’t needed. Drogo had never expected or told anyone to do anything for him, he was capable enough to whatever he wanted himself. His eyes moved back to the two men who had dressed him in the ridiculous clothes, the expression on his face was enough to make them hurry out of the room.

    Turning around to face Juniper, he stepped over to his table and sat down. His dark eyes watching as she brought his food over to where he sat, he hadn’t yet talked to her as he was still learning that not everyone could understand or speak his language. “Sit.” He spoke to her before he grabbed a chicken leg and tore the meat from the bone, his eyes never moved from Juniper. He was confused as to why she was a maid and hadn’t found a husband, as that is what seemed to be considered normal in Kings Landing. “Eat.” He encouraged as she was the only local, that didn’t appear to be nervous or scared of him. The longer he could stay in his room, he would. Having to dress in this way was beginning to make him regret agreeing to stay, “Men here wear this?” His deep voice filled the room as he looked at her, she was beautiful, but he could see in her eyes, she wanted more than what her life was right now.
    It had always been obvious to Thea growing up, that she had been grown elsewhere and brought to the Land of Always Winter. But it was also all she knew, living in sub-zero temperatures and seeing wights everyday was normal to Thea. She did remember that when she had been much younger, she couldn’t understand why she looked so different. She couldn’t wrap her young mind around any of it, the understanding came as she grew older. One thing that she has always known, that when she became of age and the Night King felt she was ready, she would become his Queen. He would change her to be like himself and like her family, they would rule together and take over the world side by side.

    Then Thea begun to question what she knew, she knew she came from somewhere and she wanted to find out more about herself. She wanted to explore as much as she could, she wanted to see trees and flowers that were actually alive. She wanted to feel a temperature that wasn’t freezing cold, she wanted to live her life before she was to become the Queen. She hadn’t been certain that the Night King would agree to allow her to leave so she could see the world with her own eyes, she must have convinced him because that is what she was doing now. It had been quite a journey already until Thea reached Crastor’s Keep, a safe place for her to rest and to trade for food and water. The idea of her traveling alone had been daunting for her, but she knew she would only have this one chance and, so she took it.

    The burning fire was a welcomed warmth that her skin had been aching to feel, she had to ignore the stares that she was receiving, and she found the people she did speak to, were what she would call over friendly. It was making her slightly uncomfortable, they must have known who she was or who she was going to become when she returned after her journey was over. She wasn’t sure how long her journey would take, she told the Nights King that she would return when she felt that she had seen what her heart had been aching for. Her blonde locks fell around her shoulders as she packed her supplies, she wouldn’t stay there for long. She wanted to cover as much ground as she could.
    December 21st, 2017 at 10:45am
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    Moving through the snowy tundra, following quietly after Thea, The Night King followed her undetected all the way to the Wall. He knew how the boys there were towards Free Folk, but Thea didn't look like one of the people beyond the Wall, she looked just like one them, so he was hoping they would take her in without any quarrel. He didn't want to have to reveal himself.

    He watched as Thea bared the cold, fighting against the blowing snow as she came upon the great iron door in the side of the Wall, and without hesitation, it rose up. From where the Night King stood, he could see a group of men, their torches raised as they awaited for his beloved to make it to them. They didn't look hostile, he knew she was safe. It was hard for him, but he forced himself to turn away and trot his dead horse back into the Haunted Forest and return to his people.

    Jon Snow was one of the men up top of the Wall, he had been the first to see the lass heading in their direction. It had been a long time since Jon had been one of the watchers, but now being King in the North, he felt the need to make a trek down to the Wall ever so often to make sure standards were being kept and that no silent threat was rearing it's head at his people. To bad he didn't know he was staring at one now, just walking her way straight up to the gate.

    "Raise the gate." He called, turning around, his flowing, thick black fur cape sweeping around his feet as he began his descent down to the gate to greet the unknown visitor.

    Once down in the ice tunnel, he could see the gate slowly closing back down. His men had allowed the woman passage, their torches illuminating her face in the freezing cold darkness. "So who goes there?" Jon called as he made his short journey to close the distance between himself and the stranger.

    "Says her name is Thea," One of the men answered him. Jon grabbed a torch of his own off the tunnel's wall and used it to get a better look at the girl's face as he drew even nearer.

    "What were you doing out there, Thea?" He asked. It was obvious by her face she was not a Wildling. Her blonde hair and blue eyes reminded her so much of the Lannisters down in King's Landing, nothing about her screamed Wildling. Jon could however feel his cheeks grow a bit hotter, as hot as they could out here in these freezing temperatures. She didn't look like she belonged up here in the North, and women from down south had something about them that made him feel butterflies in his chest. He was just taking guesses in his own mind, of course, there were plenty of blonde haired, blue eyed women in the North, just even Thea's skin had a warm, almost summery glow about it. She didn't look like she was made for the cold, but she was fairing it quite well.
    Juniper hadn't expected the Khal to ask her to join him, but having not eaten since yesterday's breakfast- if she could call it that- she wasn't going to decline. She sat down next to him, in a plush chair that was adorned with gold stitching and ruby embossment. She slowly picked up a piece of the chicken and tore of a small chunk, she was good at hiding her nerves. Drogo didn't quite terrify her, not like this anyway. She knew he wasn't going to do anything in this castle, she knew he didn't want upset Daenerys in anyway. Now, his men in the city below, was an entirely different story. She dreaded being sent out to the market in fear she would run into a group of them.

    "They do... Well, the wealthy ones do, anyway." Juniper sized Drogo up, beginning at his feet and moving all the way up to his feet. They had him dressed in blue tight velvet pants, a silk button up shirt with fancy floral designs and a black vest, with a red neck scarf tied tightly around his neck. It was a not a good look for him, a prince maybe, not him. She popped the piece of chicken in her mouth and stood, moving over to his closet and peering inside. Her other duty had been to come in and help with his hair, and while she was here she may as well try to help him with his dress since he was obviously so uncomfortable.

    The room Drogo was now using as his own used to be The Mountain's when he was still alive, no one else's clothes in the kingdom would have fit Drogo so closely and Juniper knew he may be more keen to wear something Gregor Clegane had. They had both been fighters, after all.

    Pulling out black cotton pants, a plain white button up shirt and a black vest, Juniper turned around, holding all of the clothes over her arms. "Try these." She said, laying them down on his bed. They were nowhere near as fancy, but she knew Daenerys would prefer these over Drogo striding around her castle shirtless, in just animal skin pants and warpaint. She also guessed he who would prefer these over what he was dressed in right now. "And, then, I was told to help you with your hair." Juniper looked back up at the man, who looked more annoyed that anyone she had ever seen. His hair currently was flowing free over his shoulders, making it all the way down to his thigh. She had never seen a man's hair so long before. "Just to help you braid it, or place it in a pony tail like you do, if you would like me too." She whispered, not trying to impose.
    December 21st, 2017 at 06:45pm
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    Drogo watched as the younger girl took a piece of the chicken, all the times that he had seen her around the castle. She has always been working, rushing here or there on an errand that Daenerys had sent her on. Grabbing the ale, he brought it to his lips and drank a mouthful before setting it back down onto the tray. Taking another bite of the chicken in his hand, he thought about her response. He wouldn’t say that he was a wealthy man, even if he was, he still wouldn’t choose to dress in the way that had been thrown onto him.

    When Juniper moved over to the wooden closet, his eyes followed her. Her blush pink dress swaying around her feet as she gracefully moved across the floor, as a Khal he was expected to have a Khaleesi by his side. He had never been searching for one, it wasn’t all that important to him as he did like ruling his people on his own. However, being on his own, wouldn’t bare him any sons that could grow into being the next great Khal of the Dothraki people. As far as Drogo could remember, the Khaleesi has always been a Dothraki woman. His people thought it best to have it that way, Drogo didn’t have an opinion on it. He had seen many beautiful women since arriving in Kings Landing, none caught his eye more than Juniper. Even if this was the first time he had spoken to her.

    Watching as she laid new clothes on the bed, clothes that looked to be less tight and more similar to what he was used to wearing. Standing up from the plush chair, his face dropped when she mentioned that she was to also help with his hair. Hair was extremely important to each and every Khal, he has been the only person to touch his hair since he became the Khal. Did Daenerys think that he couldn’t do anything for himself now? It certainly was beginning to feel that way for Drogo, “A braid then,” He spoke to her as he decided to allow her to help him this once, Juniper wouldn’t understand how much he would be letting his guard down for her to get that close to him, so she could help braid his hair.

    Firstly, he stepped over to the bed and almost tore the clothes from his body, the neck scarf being the first piece of clothing to hit the floor. The vest and shirt came next, before Drogo pushed the tight pants from his legs. His muscles rippling as he moved to discard the awful pieces of fabric that felt suffocating to him. His hands found the cotton pants which fitted more loosely around his legs, this is what he would prefer if he couldn’t wear the pants that he made himself. “Why are you here?” He asked her, he wanted to know why she was a maid. He briefly remembered that she had been working as a maid before Daenerys took over the castle.
    When the Wall came into Thea’s view, a gasp fell from her parted lips. She had been told stories about the Wall and why it had been made many years ago, but to actually see the Wall for herself amazed her. Stepping through the snow-covered ground, she reached the grand steel gate which opened for her. Moving into the tunnel she was greeted by a handful of men, all dressed head to toe in black. She gave her name to one of the men who had asked, before footsteps were heard behind the men. She waited for whoever was making their way towards her, her light eyes fell on a rather handsome man who held himself differently then the others. He had power.

    “I left my home, in the hopes of exploring what may lay past this Wall.” Thea answered honestly, she didn’t think she’d have to lie about what her intentions were. Although, if she was asked about where her home was or who her family was, then she might just need to. She wasn’t certain, but she didn’t think many people would take too kindly to finding out that she belonged to the Night King and that she spent all her time in the Haunted Forest with White Walkers. “I have just past through Crastor’s Keep, I would only stay the night and then I’ll be gone by morning.” She looked at the man, his dark curls hit his shoulders as he stood before her. Her grey fur cloak kept her warm enough when out in the snow, but it also hid one ice blade dagger.

    Given to her by the Night King, if she ever needed to protect herself against any harm. Thea hoped to never use the dagger, but she did feel safe knowing she did have a way of keeping herself safe if needed.

    “The wind is picking up, Jon. She’ll freeze to death, if she stays out there.” A teenage boy spoke as the temperature would be dropping shortly, anyone who hadn’t found shelter and built a fire, wouldn’t make it through the harsh winter night.
    December 22nd, 2017 at 11:36am
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    Jon was surprised to here her say her home was out there. His gaze shifted, narrowing as he sized the girl up. She couldn't be a Wildling. She didn't hold herself like one, she seemed more intellectual, not as primitive.

    "So... you're a Free Folk, huh? Not many people in these parts are going to take to kindly to hearing that." Jon stated, coming off a little rude at first, but that wasn't how he meant it. He really meant it as a word of warning, that maybe she shouldn't be so keen to release that knowledge. "But The Wall is also not the place for a lady to stay. I am returning to Winterfell, my home, tonight. I'd be willing to take you with me, you could rest there for as long as you may need."

    After all the things Jon had been through, he had really grown into the man he was and one of the many skills he had learned was knowing when someone wasn't being completely truthful. This girl was not. "My sisters are also there, I'm sure they'd love to start off your journey of exploration by touring you around Winterfell." He thought more of Sansa, she was quick to take to people, she loved meeting new people now that she was back home. Arya... not so much. She was a little harder to befriend.

    He watched Thea's face, the snow drifting by in soft snowflakes, latching on to her eyelashes and hair. Holding eye contact with her gave him a ping in his chest, and he straightened up, to make himself appear taller. It was an instinct, he saw a pretty lady and wanted to make himself appear larger, more powerful, to try and impress her.
    Juniper's breath caught in her throat at Drogo's quick decision to just tear his clothes off. She stood behind him, her eyes widening at his rippling muscles, her eyes skimmed all over his back, down his arms... She blushed immediately when her eyes darted below his waist and she quickly turned away to give him privacy while he dressed.

    Why are you here?

    The question echoed in her head and she really had to think about it before answering. The short and sweet answer was, "I don't have a family. I either had the choice to work here in the castle as a maid, or turn to the brothel." She shrugged, trying to say it like it didn't bother her. If she hadn't come to work in the castle, she would be out on the street without food, unguarded. Everyone knew what happened to pretty girls out on the streets of King's Landings when they didn't have anyone around to protect them. They usually ended up being found dead in the sewers after some nasty men got a hold of them. Or they were kidnapped by the brother masters, forced into a life of prostitution.

    "It's better than being on the streets, and at least here I get to have food and a place to sleep." Juniper looked back up at Drogo, sure he wouldn't understand what she was saying. He was a war lord, he wouldn't know the struggles orphaned girls go through. Even he had orphaned slaved girls in his khalasar that he let his men have their way with. She was basically saying serving the Queen kept her away from men like him.
    December 22nd, 2017 at 09:05pm
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    Once the pants were snug on his hips, Drogo lifted the white shirt from the bed and slipped the fabric over his arms and shoulders. Leaving the shirt open, he then pulled the vest over the shirt to sit on top. All the while he listened to what Juniper was telling him, he didn’t understand what it would be like for her or any woman who were left on their own for whatever reason.

    He never once thought about what other people go through, he knew that he had slaves in his khalasar and he never once thought about what their life would be like. His eyes moved over to where Juniper stood, suddenly realising that he wasn’t the only person that he should think about.

    “Where are your family?” He asked as his eyes stayed focused on the young girl, why he was asking these personal questions were beyond him. He didn’t care about other people, but there was something about Juniper that struck a cord in him. Now that he had the chance to talk to her, he wanted to know more about her.

    He stood there waiting for her answer, not realising that what he was asking could have been private to Juniper or something that she didn’t like talking about. Let alone to someone that she didn’t even know. She was beautiful, anyone would agree to that. But Drogo looked past her stunning beauty, he could feel there was so much more to her inside then just her looks. She was a hard worker, that much Drogo had seen for himself and she was clearly smarter than most assumed.
    Thea looked at the handsome man as he warned her about the people in the area not liking Free Folk, “I’m sorry. But I don’t see how it is my problem that people in this area are so closed minded,” She spoke calmly as she stood there, she may have been a Free Folk as she was raised beyond the Wall. Thea didn’t know if she had been born beyond the Wall or not, she would never be ashamed of where she came from or the name that some people might call her. It was a part of who she was, living where she did helped form her into the young woman that she currently is.

    When she heard that this man was willing to take her to Winterfell with him, her face lit up as she had been expecting to make the trek herself. Without a horse, she would have walked and braved whatever weather she faced.

    “That would be wonderful, thank you Jon.” Thea looked at him as a smile spread across her face, hearing his name from one of his friends. She knew he wouldn’t be this willing to help her, if he knew where actually she came from or who she belonged to. But if he was, Thea wouldn’t refuse any offer of help that was given to her.

    She waited until he had turned around before she followed behind him as he moved through the icy tunnel, her cloak parting slightly as she walked behind him. “I thought the men here weren’t allowed to leave?” She asked as a silence had fallen over them and Thea decided to break it, although she didn’t know much about the Wall or the men who protected it.
    December 23rd, 2017 at 09:41am
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    "The men here can't leave, they took vows to stay and protect the wall from the White Walkers." Jon told her, using the torch to light up the icy tunnel as they made their way back inside the camp. He knew she was mainly wondering about him and how come he was allowed to leave. "I'm not a watcher, I am King in the North." He didn't always like to speak of his title like that, he knew it wasn't truly his to hold even though his people believed in him firmly. Every time he spoke it, he thought of his older brother Robb and the travesty his death was. Robb was the king the people wanted, a true Stark, but now they had him and he planned on doing everything he could in his power to live up to be the king he knew his brother would've been.

    "And just as a word of warning," Jon turned his head to look at her, but continued to keep walking, "I don't have a problem with Free Folk. I was in love with a girl from beyond the wall once upon a time, but people here in this land, more than most would no sooner kill you before they heard you out if they learned of where you're from. It's best to keep that between us and the men here in this camp." Jon didn't intend for it to come out so harshly, but it was for her own good if she kept her lips tight about it. He also didn't know why he mentioned Ygritte, but he felt like if she knew he had a relationship with her people back home, she would be more apt to trust his word.

    They entered the camp and Jon placed the torch back in a holder on the wall, "Are you hungry? How long have you been traveling to get here?"
    Juniper wasn't sure how to answer his question, so instead she just meekly gestured to the chair he had been sitting in, wanting him to take a seat once more so she could work on his hair. She turned to the dresser next to his balcony and opened the top drawer, taking out a hairbrush, the bristles were fine and spaced evenly and the handle was made from whale bone. She had never had something as nice at this and it was crazy to think it was just a hairbrush.

    "I never knew my father-" She turned back around, pleased to see Drogo was sitting like she had silently asked him, "-and my mother had been a whore at the brothel here in town." She didn't want to just come right out and say she was a bastard, the word made her sick to her stomach, but that's what she was. "She was murdered not soon after my thirteenth name day." Juniper spoke solemnly, not liking to think back to when she lost her mother. That's when her whole life had been turned around and she had to decide whether to follow in her mother's footsteps or come to work here in the castle.

    She began to brush out his tangled mane of hair, and she knew this would take quiet some time as his locks fell all the way down past the bottom of the chair. "I've never seen a man with such long hair." Juniper blushed, trying to change the subject to a somewhat lighter one. "You're people only cut their hair if they lose a battle?" She questioned, not sure if she had his traditions correct or not. She didn't know much about the Dothraki.
    December 24th, 2017 at 03:47am
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    Drogo moved back over to the grant chair, sitting down his long hair flowed freely. He listened silently to what Juniper was telling him, he knew there were probably many children who grew up without knowing who their fathers were. Even with people among his Klahasar, he didn’t know how it felt to only have one parent. “I’m sorry about your mother,” He spoke in his deep velvety voice, his voice held power and control any time that he spoke.

    His apology for her mother’s death was honest, he remembered the day that his own mother had passed away. She had gotten an illness, which couldn’t be cured, and she died from it. Admittedly her death did harden Drogo, a shield went up around his heart as he never wanted to feel that pain again. So far, no woman has broken his shield nor made him want to lower his guard. His question seemed to put the girl on edge, as she changed the subject back onto his hair which she was now brushing the knots from.

    “Yes, I have never lost a battle. Our hair matches our pride and strength,” Drogo explained to her, it was normal for the Dothraki men to have hair longer than the women. Their hair length was a quick indictor as to how important and powerful a Dothraki man was, the Khal however should always have the longest hair out of any man. “Many men have challenged me, tried to defeat me. None have,” His tone of voice turned cocky, he was proud of how long he has been the Khal for. Many men have tried to take the title away from him, most have ended up either injured or dead.
    Thea understood completely why the Wall was built, and why it was still used to this day. Although, most White Walkers, if not all of them, had no choice in what they became. Even the Night King himself didn’t have a say in what was thrown onto him, what he was made to be. Thea could understand why the Night King held so much hatred and anger, and why he wanted to take over as many land and Kingdoms as he possibly could. Not that it was something Thea agreed with, however she would be happier if she could live in peace with the other lands.

    Hearing that he was the King in the North, it caused her walking to falter slightly as she hadn’t been expecting to meet him. At least not until she had been turned into the Night Queen, she had been told about the King in the North and how the Night King wanted to battle him first. He was the biggest threat that the Night King knew about, Thea didn’t know what she expected. A man that wasn’t as attractive as what he was, for a start. “You must get busy then, keeping everything in order.” She continued to follow behind him, she did want to get inside and get warmed up.

    She did take his warning on board, not everyone was going to be as open to her kind as what he seemed to be. “I know,” Her voice softened to just above a whisper, she wanted to ask about where the woman he loved was now. But the question didn’t pass through her lips, she had no right to ask such a private question to a stranger. Thea was yet to know what love was and what it felt like, she was hoping in time she would learn to love the Night King, but she wasn’t sure if she could. She hadn’t seen many other people, none that she was allowed to have contact with. She had yet to hug someone or kiss someone, she longed to have that someone beside her who did love her as much as she loved them.

    “I am, yes. It’s been a few long days,” She admitted as she hadn’t eaten a meal in over a day, her stomach hurt from being empty which she was learning to ignore. But now that her attention had been drawn to it, she knew she was starving and needed to eat something. If she wanted to have the energy to continue her journey, her eyes were quick to scan the camp as she walked through it. She saw what seemed to be an open practice area for preparing men for battles, that was surrounded by wooden buildings.
    December 24th, 2017 at 08:38am
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    Jon led her through the camp, heading straight for the building in which most here ate their meals. His eyes never once scanned the area they walked through, Jon had seen every nook and cranny in this place more than a dozen times and he didn't quite care to look at it ever again. He hated coming up here, but no one blamed him. Not after all the things that had occurred here while he served out his vow.

    Opening the door to the dark and grimy kitchens, Jon went in ahead just to get look at what he could offer the girl. "We don't have much." He said in a gruff tone as he searched the pantries. He didn't mean to come over so cross, or harsh, he couldn't help it. Everything he had been through hardened him, even though he tried his best to remain kind. "Looks like we have some raibbit stew and lamprey pies left over from last night's supper."

    Jon was quick to grab a bowl and begin to pour her some of the stew, and then a glass which all he had to fill it with was ale. He hoped she didn't mind. Most of the men around here preferred to remain drunk and Jon didn't blame them. He didn't agree with their decision to drink all night and day, but he didn't blame them. He placed the bowl and cup down on the table in front of her and crossed his arms over his chest. "Not going to lie, it's not going to taste good." He laughed, a genuine smile appearing on his face, "But it'll be enough to hold you over until we can get to Winterfell and when we do, I'll find you something better. Sansa will probably have some of her famous lemon cakes prepared, you'll love 'em."

    He took a seat down at the table in front of her and he couldn't stop wondering just how it came that a Wildling, supposedly, just decided to walk right up to the Wall, with absolutely no fear at all and declare they wanted to explore Westeros. He didn't believe her at all, she wasn't a Free Folk. But how does a girl just wind up North of the Wall? Captured, perhaps, but then how would she have gotten away? None of it added up and Jon silently decided he needed to remain wary and keep an eye on her.
    Juniper couldn't help but blush a little at the way Drogo spoke. He was so confident in himself, in his skill at battle and the way he voice grew cocky just made her cheeks flush. She ran her hands through his hair, surprised not to find many knots or tangles at all, and she continued to brush it out until it was all nice and ready to be braided. His hair was a nice, rich dark brown, almost black, all the way through and he had a lot of it. It wasn't just long, but it was dense. She grabbed a few hair bands off the dresser and placed them around her wrist as she began to pull his hair together at the nape of his neck, tying it off their with the first band. She had seen how the Dothraki men liked to wear there hair, in segmented sections all the way down in a long pony tail. She was going to do her best to replicate it.

    Her hands were shaking now as she continued to segment his hair with the bands, adding a few braids in here and there for embellishment. She made sure that all the shorter strands around his face were tucked in and held secure so they wouldn't fly away and bother him as he went on through the day. "That's quite an accomplishment, it's so long." She smiled, nervous as she had to end up sitting on her knees on the floor to continue finishing his hair.

    Drogo's hair was much longer than hers. Juniper, along with most other servant girls, liked to keep their hair chopped, right above their collarbones at least so it didn't get in the way of their cleaning or cooking. Hers however, was chopped off right below her jawbone. It was nice to get to play with hair like Daenerys', and now Drogo's, because she was never able to do much with her own. She ran her fingers through the last section of his hair once she was done and she climbed back to his feet.

    She grabbed up the tray of food that he had finished and turned around to face him once again. "I hope it's to your liking." She spoke of his hair as she gave a small bend of the knee as a curtsy. She didn't know what it was, but she wished she didn't have other chores to tend too, she could sit here all day and ask Drogo about what Essos was like or about stories of all of his triumphs, but she couldn't. She had a list of chores longer than Drogo's hair. She needed to run to the marketplace for lunch and dinner's ingredients, bring Daenery's dirty dresses and outfits to the tailor, help the other girls clean the steps outside the keep and set up a guest room as Jon Snow was meant to be visiting soon.
    December 26th, 2017 at 07:13pm
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    Drogo sat there in silence while his hair was being brushed and tied, it was easier in battle to have his long hair tied out of the way. Although, he wasn’t sure how many battles he would now be winning that he was in Kings Landing. Unless another Kingdom decided to attack, he shouldn’t wish for that to occur.

    But he found himself sometimes wanting it, as he often grew bored as he had nothing to do there. He was used to watching his warriors fight each other, the strongest would win and then they would all eat and drink. Daenerys hadn’t approved of their form of entertainment, she had forbidden their fighting in order to keep the local people less frightened.

    Drogo didn’t care if he scared the people of Kings Landing, he wanted them to fear him as he was the Khal. That is what any Khal wanted, for people to fear him so they would follow him. Looking over at Juniper, he noticed she had finished his hair and had collected the tray from the wooden table. “It is,” He spoke as he glanced in the mirror and saw how his hair looked, for her first time doing his hair he was impressed. The strands around his face were tucked away, so he wouldn’t grow bothered with them throughout the day.

    His eyes found Juniper again, he wished that she would stay there with him. Her voice soothed him, gave him something to focus on and listen to. He couldn’t offer his help to her, he firstly would only get in her way and if he was saw aiding a maid in her duties, he wasn’t sure what would happen to her. “Can you stay longer?” He asked not wanting her to leave, he could only imagine how many chores she had to get done before the end of the day. Maybe he could escort her somewhere, or carry heavy items for her, if needed.
    Thea did her best not to take offense to the tone of voice Jon was giving her, he had after all been the one to offer her help. She hadn’t been expecting anything from him, when she arrived at the Wall. “I’ll eat just about anything you have here,” She took a seat at one of the table, her eyes still scanning over the dark room. It certainly wasn’t a place that was filled with joy or happiness, all it felt to Thea was cold and depressing.

    Looking at the bowl of stew, it didn’t look appealing at all but Thea needed food in her stomach and this would do for now. “I’ve never had a lemon cake, they do sound delicious though.” She swallowed her first mouthful of the rabbit stew, it tasted as bland as it looked. Lifted the glass to her lips, she drank some of the ale before she cleared her throat. The bitter taste lingered inside her mouth, it was a taste she wasn’t familiar with as this was the first time she had ever tasted ale before.

    Her eyes found Jon sitting across from her at the table, she wasn’t blind nor stupid. She could see the distrust of her in his dark eyes, “If you want to know more about me. You can ask,” She wanted to explore the lands, she wanted to meet people. She didn’t want to make any enemies, however she knew once she became his Queen, no one was going to like her and that was what she was dreading. She didn’t want people to hate her, she didn’t even want to become his Queen as he had made that decision for her a long time ago. She had no say in what her future would be, she had no future of marrying a handsome man and starting a family with him. No, all she had in her sad future was serving beside the Night King.
    December 27th, 2017 at 10:38am
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    A little surprised by Drogo's request for her company, she turned back around to face him. Any of the people she served, their requests always were to come first before any list of chores she had to do. There were always ten other maids behind her able to pick up any leftover duties. "I can." She nodded, turning on her heel once more to go pick up the clothes Drogo had left in the floor. She began to refold them and place them back in the closet, nice and neat. Juniper came back to Drogo and took a seat at the table where he sat. "Do you need anything else or just company?" She let a smile appear on her face as she looked in the eyes of the Khal.

    He was a very large man, that was one thing that constantly struck her every time she looked at him. All the Dothraki men were much taller than her and much more muscly than any other man that walked the streets of King's Landing. The only man she had ever seen that she believed could hold a candle to them was The Mountain, but he was locked up tight somewhere else now. The Khal, however, was the most fierce of all of them, that she had seen. Surely that was why he was their leader.

    At the realization that Drogo just wanted company, Juniper searched her brain for something to talk to him about. There was nothing more to offer him, but she also didn't know how to hold a conversation with him, his tongue was much different from hers- he didn't know much of his language and she didn't know much of his. "Do you miss Essos?" She asked, fixing her dress as she sat down.
    Jon was a little taken back by her abrupt offer and he quickly shook his head. "No, all I need to know is that you came from beyond the wall. Not much else matters." Jon said this because he wouldn't believe a word that came out of her mouth. She could tell him all about the place she called home in the North and give him a rundown of the landscape and all the things and people she knew and Jon still wouldn't believe her. Free Folk were sturdy, tall, most brunette and ginger, freckle faced, brown eyed and olive or tanned skin. Thea didn't meet any of these requirements. She was thin and on the shorter side, wide blue eyes and pale skin with pale hair. Jon was smart enough to know beyond the wall wasn't her true home.

    He stood from the table and crossed his arms over his chest. "Once you finish your food, I'll find you lodging for the night and we'll head out for Winterfell once the sun rises in the mornin'." If anything, the only thing to come out of Thea's mouth he would believe would be if she came out saying she was kidnapped by Crastor, or some other notorious Wildling and she had somehow managed her escape. But she also didn't look like a kidnapped woman, her hair was neat and washed, her clothes were all intact and barely dirty... A lot of things just didn't add up to Jon.

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    “Company, yes.” Drogo looked at her, he had all this time on his hands now and he didn’t know how to fill that time. In Essos he would never be still, there would be a raid to do or hunting, training his warriors. None of which he was allowed to do anymore under Daenerys reign, so he did want Juniper’s company. He may not have been the best company for her, he now had learnt some of her language, but he still found it hard to speak at times. And she certainly wouldn’t understand any Dothraki if he spoke his native tongue.

    He watched as she gracefully moved around his room, picking up the clothes and placing them neatly back into the closet. Then she asked about Essos, his home. “Yes, my home.” He looked at her, he wished for nothing more than to be back in Essos. To be back on his own soil, to feel the heat from the harsh sun on his bare skin. However, he also didn’t want to come across as being ungrateful for what Daenerys has done for him and his people.

    “Kings Landing is not home for me,” He spoke honestly to her, leaning back into the chair he rested his hands on his knees. “Have you been out of Kings Landing?” He asked wondering if she had been outside the city walls, if she’s seen other places than inside this castle.
    Thea was trying to be nice and form some kind of acquaintance with him, if he wasn’t interested then she would stop trying. So, she simply nodded her head and continued to eat while he explained to her that they would venture out for Winterfell in the morning. Surprisingly the stew was filling, the ale still tasted bitter although she finished both off. As she stood from the table, she ran her tongue over her lips to make sure they were clean. Lifting the bowl and glass, she turned and set them on the table near the stove.

    She adjusted her satchel which was strapped across her body, under her thick coat. The bag held only a few belongings, things she would need during her journey. She was tired, would she get much rest there, she couldn’t be certain of that. So far, Thea had found her own shelter. Now she was in The Wall and surrounded by strangers, all of whom probably haven’t seen a woman in a long time. She did know that the Night King would have kept an eye on her until he knew she’d be safe, he hadn’t come forward so she must have been safe there. “Could I get some rest now?” She asked looking back towards where Jon still stood, arms across over his firm chest.
    January 6th, 2018 at 10:08am
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    Jon had been lost deep in his own thoughts, though he had put to rest his wariness of the girl. He was sure he would find out sooner or later where she really came from and what she was really up to if she had ulterior motives. Now he was just wondering what his sisters were doing all alone in Winterfell, hoping they were not causing to many problems for him to fix when he got back.

    Being pulled out of his own thoughts, he looked back at Thea and nodded, "Yes, of course, come with me." He tried to give her a warm smile, but he was sure it probably came off as awkward, that's what he was best at anyway. He led her back out in the cold wind and across the yard where men still practiced their fighting. Some paused to watch them, some eyed Thea up, licking their lips and giving her gross looks, and while Jon didn't like it, he couldn't necessarily blame them. It had been a long time since they had seen a woman, especially one as pretty as she was. "Don't mind them." Jon told her, looking over his shoulder, knowing she had to be feeling uneasy. "You'll be sleeping right next to my quarters, so if anything happens, I'm right there."

    He led her up a flight of rickety stairs that led into a building where the Lord Commander and other officers slept, as well as their offices. He led her into the room she would be using for the night, it wasn't by far the most coziest, but nothing here was really comfortable. A worn down bed was scooted into the corner, there was a dusty nightstand under a window that peered out into nothing, all that could be seen through it was just the ice of the Wall. "Um, I will leave you to it then." Jon whispered, looking around the room, knowing it wasn't by any means the best he could've offered. "I know it's kind of..." He coughed and just crossed his arms over his chest, "You'll have a better one in Winterfell." He smiled, hoping that would make up for it.
    Juniper hadn't expected her visit to go like this. All she had expected was to bring him his food and drink, curtsy and then go on about the rest of her chores; a trip to the market for tonight's dinner, running Daenerys' gowns to the tailor, cleaning up various rooms of the Lords, etc... She hadn't ever even thought in her wildest dreams she'd be sitting down to keep a Dothraki Khal company.

    She shook her head, "I've never been outside of King's Landing." Juniper was a bastard herself, having been born to her mother who worked in the brothels, there were several men she had never met, all of whom could be her father. The moment she could walk and talk, she was sent up to the castle to help the maids with their chores and from there, when she was around eleven she began servicing Queen Cersei herself. It was either that or follow her mother's footsteps and become a whore. "I've actually never even seen half of King's Landing." Juniper joked, even though it was actually quite sad that in all of her twenty-two years of living here, she had only seen Aegon's High Hill, which was where the Red Keep was, Flea Bottom- where the brothels where- and the market. She never had extra coin to just run around the whole city, or even ever that much free time. If she had spare time on her hands, she would make the journey to visit her mother, but now that Dothraki men loitered the streets, it had been awhile since she made that journey. She wouldn't say anything to the Khal, but a young girl such as herself, walking alone down to Flea Bottom to the brothels was only made much more dangerous when they arrived.
    January 19th, 2018 at 08:52pm
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    Drogo’s deep dark eyes focused on Juniper, although he didn’t understand all of what she said. He did understand bits and pieces of what she was saying to him, from the time he spent with Daenerys. Standing to his feet, he loomed over her more petite size which is how he threatened people, by his large broad size. “Show me, we will walk.” His voice rough as he wanted to get out of the room, he wasn’t accustomed to spending so much of his time inside a castle. If Juniper hadn’t seen much of her home, then he would take her to places that she did want to see. He was the Dothraki Khal, he could and would go wherever he wanted and at whatever time he wanted.

    The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he looked at her, her beauty ran deep inside of her. She held herself with grace and dignity, she was stronger than she believed. Drogo sensed that about her, the first time he saw her. Which is why he wanted to spend more time with her now, the opportunity presented itself, and Drogo took it. His feet carried him across the room, stopping once he reached the door. His hand turned the door nob and pulled the thick wooden door open, he also wanted to scope out King’s Landing. In a case of an attack, he needed to know every street, every small back ally, places where enemies could hide.

    His duty was to protect Daenerys, but he seemed to also want to protect Juniper at the same time. Having Daenerys at King’s Landing could very well make the Kingdom a target, with Juniper working closely for Daenerys, she would also become a target.
    A cold shiver ran down Thea’s spine as she followed Jon across the yard, the cold wind she could deal with. But the shiver was from the disgust she felt having men’s eyes trail over her body, suddenly she wished she had an empty stomach as it made her feel sick. She then knew she may not be as safe as what she once thought, no man had ever looked at her in such a way before. No man dared to, unless he had a death wish. Her skin crawled from the attention she received, Jon’s words didn’t ease her mind. She would be sleeping with her ice blade beside her, if any man dared to step a foot in the room she would be in, he might not be leaving the room alive.

    Not that Thea had ever used her ice blade, she had only learnt how to defend herself. Moving up the stairs, she followed him until he opened a door to a bedroom. It wasn’t much but it was more than she had, outside of the Wall. “It’s fine, really.” She looked at him before she moved into the dark room, it was cold both from temperature and from how lifeless the room was. She wondered how anyone could stay there for longer than a night, maybe the men got used to it or just dealt with it because nothing would ever change.

    “Thank you again for letting me stay, I know you didn’t have to let me in.” Her light eyes scanned the room before she looked at him over her shoulder, even in the dim lighting, he was handsome. Thea couldn’t remember the last time she had seen a person, who had warm blood pumping through their veins. It gave her hope, being around people who were like her, alive. But that hope was also crushing, she knew she would have to go back to the Night King. He would turn her into his Queen before he brought the war to all the lands, looking at Jon standing there in the doorframe. She was tempted to spill all the secrets that she knew, tell him to build an army as big as he possibly could. So, he might have a chance against her King, but the words were stuck in her throat. Would he even believe what she spoke? Her King wouldn’t care if Jon had been kind to her, he would either turn innocent people into monsters or kill them if they stood in his way.

    Her eyes found the window, looking outside at the Wall, Thea knew it wouldn’t still be standing once the Night King reached it. “From your experience and time spent here, has anything ever gotten passed the Wall?” Her voice was soft, fear gripped her heart as she spoke, she knew no matter what Jon’s answer was. The Wall wouldn’t be strong enough for what would come at it.
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    Tilting his head down a bit to fix the black leather gloves he wore, Jon shook his head. "Nothing. Never." The thought of anything be able to breach this skyscraper of ice was enough to make Jon's blood run cold. Thinking about all the people who lived within the realm, all the people he had sworn to protect, dying because anything was able to get past it, was enough to make him sick to his stomach. "We have rangers patrolling the top day and night, twenty-four seven. Anything even comes in eyesight of the Wall and we know about it." Jon took her question as her way of voicing concern for her safety, for the realm's safety. "You have nothing to fear." Jon let a small smile slip onto his pale face.

    He cleared his throat and looked around the room, feeling the need to apologize once against for the conditions he was placing her in. "If you need anything through out the night, like I said, I'm right next door. If you get thirsty, or..." Jon let his voice trail off. "We'll be leaving at first light and it's a bit of a ride, so try and get some sleep. I know it can this place can make you feel uneasy."

    Jon lifted his gaze back up to Thea's face. He found the way the tip of her nose stayed a bit pinker than her cheeks adorable. Almost adorable enough to distract him from the fact that he knew she wasn't a native of the North. Maybe if her hair weren't blonde she would've been able to trick him.
    Once Drogo stood and cast a shadow over Juniper, she fully realized just how intimidating this man could be to his enemies. His size was intimidating her right now. Other than that, though, she was confused, and a little surprised. He wanted her to escort him to Flea Bottom? To see where her mother whored herself out in a brothel? Juniper was sure he was just tired of being confined in by the castle's wall and wanted to become more familiar with King's Landing, but still- the prospect of making a trip down to Flea Bottom was enough to churn her stomach. Juniper had grown up in Flea Bottom, she knew how difficult life down there was. The living conditions were disgusting, tanneries made the air smell pungent and the deeper you went down in the maze like streets, human waste flows down its pipes and fills its gutters. Homeless men and women litter the corners and cheap alehouses and slummy brothels are its only places of business.

    The sound of the door creaking open was enough to pull Juniper from her thoughts. She placed her hands together at the center of her stomach and followed Drogo out of his room, towards the entrance to the castle. "Hopefully when Daenery's gets comfortable, she might do something about Flea Bottom. It's absolutely horrendous how people live down there..." Juniper whispered, almost knowing if Drogo heard her, he probably wouldn't understand her anyways.

    Once they were outside the walls of the Red Keep, Juniper had to warn him, "It's a long walk around the city." She chuckled as they headed down the road past The Hook, towards the center of the city down the Street of the Sisters.
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    Drogo did hear the whisper that passed Juniper’s pink lips, and although he didn’t understand the words she spoke. He did understand one word of her sentence, horrendous, he had been called that word many times over by many different people. Words had never hurt him, people could call him what they will, they could insult him and yet, none bothered him in the slightest. He wished he could communicate better with Juniper, they could then hold a conversation and he could learn about her as a person. “I like a long walk,” His dark chestnut eyes flickered over to the beauty that was beside him, he could sense that returning to Flea Market was a task that Juniper dreaded. From what he had overheard about the area, it was for the poor folk who didn’t have much. He was certain that if a lady as pretty as Juniper went to this place alone, many men would consider taking advantage of her.

    Drogo was determined to keep that from ever occurring, and so, he felt better that he was the one to accompany Juniper on her duties. His eyes took in his surroundings of the city as they did walk along the streets, heading further down and deeper into the centre of King’s Landing. He didn’t know what he should expect to see in Flea Bottom, however he wasn’t expecting much. If he assumed correctly, he wouldn’t like what he would see and that would give him a reason to seek Daenerys out. He would speak his mind to her if Flea Bottom wasn’t a place for a maid to be, the duties could be given to another most suitable as he feared Juniper was not suitable to be in the area of the city alone.
    Fear is all Thea currently felt, having now seen The Wall and the men who made a vow to defend The Wall. Her stomach dropped as she simply knew, no matter what size army Jon had. The Night King would have a greater army, he was always in the process of building his number of soldiers. And once she returned to him after she saw what she seeked, he would bring his army forward, attacking at any given time, day and place. She decided not to say anything else on that subject, she couldn’t come out with the Night King’s plan to the King in the North. If she did, she doubted that Jon would believe what she was telling him, and then if she did spill what the Night King had planned, she would have to answer to him. She couldn’t imagine that he would harm her, but she would surely still be punished for leaking his plan to the one man who could stop him. “If I need you, I know where to find you.” Looking at the King, she felt an unfamiliar flutter in her chest.

    “Goodnight, Jon.” Her voice became a whisper as she stepped into the room that would house her for the night, turning her eyes made contact with his again as she slowly shut the wooden door which creaked with the movement. Once the door was closed, Thea moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Her eyes again moving to the small window, pushing any thought from her mind she reached down and untied her boots. Slipping her feet out, she stretched her toes and calves as she had been walking nonstop. She removed her cloak and satchel, placing her dagger on the thin mattress beside the pillow, is where she would keep it for the night. Moving her body under the covers, she curled her legs up and closed her eyes in hopes that she would find some sleep that night.
    May 20th, 2018 at 09:01am