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