Lineage
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Summary: Holding their daughter in her arms, Cersei watched as an array of emotions passed over Robert's face. She could see that he was pleased with the child. An entire year of marriage, and never had she seen Robert look so happy. She hated it.
Rating: T
Ship(s): Jon/OC/Robb
AN: For those of you who need the visual. Miss Katie McGarth (Morgana in Merlin) is STILL my muse when writing about the main OC character. It is McGarth's physical appearance I use when describing the character.
What The Water Gave Me
A set of emerald eyes stared into the distance; taking in the unnatural stillness of the black water in front of them. A black haired maiden stood at the edge of water. Naked as the day she was born, with only her father's heavy fur cloak to shield her from the harsh elements.
Worrying her brow; the black-haired beauty turns and glances over her should to the thick, desolate forest behind her.
She finds nothing, nothing but night and blackness.
The loud echo of the rough winter winds bellowed through the trees. Everything around her is so dark; so dark that she whispers a grateful prayer of thanks when a small sliver of moon light parts through the clouds.
The dim moon light cast an eerie glow over the maiden's snow-white skin, rendering her almost otherworldly.
Tightening the cloak around her shoulders, she moves in search for shelter; yet freezes in her tracks when she hears the fearsome howls of wolves in the distance.
Trembling under the rich heavy fur of her father's cloak, the girl turns to run from the frightful sound.
Except she can't, try as she might, her feet are rooted to the ground.
Menacing growls echoes through the woods. Sending shivers down the maiden's spine. Her throat tightens with fear. And she can hear her heart beating in her chest as well as her head.
Struggling to release her feet from the iron-like vice to the earth; the snow-white maiden tugs and tugs and tugs at her legs, until there are ugly, deep red marks going up her calves.
Suddenly a cold hard gust of wind slaps her in the face and she is left bare to the world. Stripped of her only source of warmth she had. She struggles to grab hold of the garment, but fails as the winds carry it further and further away from her.
Whipped her long raven curls across her face, she struggles to regain sense against the strong, overbearing wind.
Looking down at a patch of virgin snow beneath her feet, she beings to wonder when all this snow had suddenly appear. It wasn't there before. Holding out a fair hand, the maiden caught a few snowflakes in the center of her palm and looked up to the heavens.
"Should I not be frozen to the bone?" The maiden wonders.
Then suddenly yells as she is assaulted from behind. Screaming as she felt cold menacing fingers bruise her delicate flesh. She fights against this unseen being as it pins her to the ground and forces her head underwater. Clawing at the hands around her neck, the maiden cries out in desperation, only receive a large dose of cold icy death down her throat.
Not knowing what else to do. She digs her nails into the side of her would-be killer's face, and yanked as hard as she can. She feel a small sharp object press into the palm of her hand, as she curls her fingers into tight fists and begins to beat the intruder as hard as she can.
She realizes then that every passing second her lungs are deprived of precious air. Her body begins to shut down. Then her vision began to blur. It was an odd state of being. It felt as though she had had one too many cups of wine, or had drunken milk of the poppy.
Off in the distance she could hear the wild howls of wolves. She prays to the Gods that they might guide the wolves to her rescue. But they never come. Panic fills her lungs as she drowns in the icy cold abyss of these unknown waters. Her hands pound and claw at whatever she could find. Scratching and kicking at this invisible force with all her might.
She is not going to let this monster drown her! Drowning is her worse possible fear. It has been ever since she was a small child.
"No! Please no!" She screams, swallowing mouths full of cold black water down her throat. Her lungs tighten in her chest; threaten to erupt from the severe lack of air. When...
Drenched in cold sweat Princess Joanna bolted upright in bed. Her open mouth gasping for air as though she'd never get another chance to, while she racks a trembling hand through her raven tousles.
Her weary mind still back in her dream, it was a dream that has plagued her nights for as far back as she could remember.
She has always been afraid of drowning, she doesn't really know why that is, but she is. It is a fear that she has never been able overcome. No matter how old or how hard she tried.
Thus, she is terribly shaken to the core when forced to encounter her greatest fear in a nightly dream.
Drowning, it was really a ridiculous fear. She wasn't necessary afraid of water in by its self. She was able to bathe, drink and be around water on a daily basis. However, whenever it came to large bodies of water such as; lakes, rivers, and oceans. She tends to keep a safe distance.
But dreaming about having someone forcibly hold her down underwater, well that has to be her biggest fear of all.
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