A Smith.

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He was near Maidenpool, sleeping in the shadow of old hedges, when the dreams came to him.
At first, they started like all the other dreams he had in the long Years after the War, in the long Years after he had to bury his brothers and friends.

Soon though, soon these dreams turned from the known, the remembered fighting and making graves for known faces, to new and often unknown faces, to unknown slaughterd people, to horribly raped and tortured and mutilated bodies, Women, Girls but also Men and Boys.

In his dreams he wandered through the Riverlands, the parts which he knew like the back of his own hands but also the regions beyond.

And the Riverlands were bathed in Blood, the Trident was red red red...

He woke up with tears streaming from his eyes and heavily panting as if he had run for his life.

Dog was besides him, yowling loudly and in between the yowling he growled towards the open ways near the Hedges.

Meribald sat up with a pained groan, his mind still shocked, his left hand went soothingly a few times over Dog's head and the growling and yowling slowly stopped.

Dog turned towards Meribald, his snout bumped against the human's hand and then his large rough tongue slipped out of his maw and licked Meribalds hand gently, as if Dog wanted to help his human to calm down too.

Still, human and dog stayed a little longer in the shadow of their sleeping area underneath the Hedges than they normally would do, Meribald still not understanding what he had now dreamed and still shocked from the horror of it and Dog seemingly feeling too protective of his human companion as if to search for his own food.

The sun was already halfway up in the Sky when Septon Meribald and Dog finally went on their way and throughout the day, the Septon did his work as he always did when being with others.
When the evening turned to night, he was tired enough to lay himself down in a small barn and to be already asleep before his head even hit the warm straw.
Dog was laying down besides him, warm and protecting.

This night, he dreamed not anymore at all of the War from long time ago, not of brothers and friends freshly buried, no this time he dreamed only of the Riverlands bathed in Blood, the Trident pure red and the slaughtered, mutilated and raped bodies.
Too many bodies too count for him.
And from far away, he saw riders coming closer, the largest of them having three dogs on yellow as his banner.
And with each breath, the riders were coming closer and closer and even the already dead bodies on the grounds seemed to shiver in fear.

And then, other riders were coming from the left and the carried the golden Lion on Red and meet with the three dogs and were then riding together.

From the right, riders came with the banners of the Riverlands and with grey banners with Wolves and countless others.

And slightly afar from these banners came curiously looking men on striped horses.

All of the riders seemed to be riding towards him but then it was as if he, Meribald wasn't even there, for the Riders of the opposite directions crashed into each other and started to slaughter each other and then Meribald woke up in cold sweat, shivering and crying and he turned his head to the side and vomited the modest meal he had enjoyed just as few hours ago thanks to the small farmer in whose barn he had been sleeping.

Dog was already licking his hands and face soothingly but Meribald noticed that Dog himself seemd to shiver.

Throughout the following days it for worse.

The Septon did his daily deeds and his nights got evermore worse, the same seemed to be true for his dog.

Then, after nearly half a moon of such days and nights, Meribald met a bargeman who was telling in a modest Inn by the River about the young daughter of the younger brother of the King and how he, the bargeman himself had seen in the City that the famously stoney face was healed and smooth and that the Lady Shireen was known to be blessed by the Gods.

The bargeman told how the young Lady had been giving blessings and how she blessed flowers and gave them to the poorest of the smallfolk and how quite a few of the people swore then that they felt healthier and stronger after receiving such a blessed gift.

Meribald closed his eyes while he listened to the bargeman but as soon as they were closed, Meribalds mind was once more filled with Terror and Blood and so he opened the lid again, fixed his gaze on the bargeman and made up his mind.

For the first time since the War, he would leave the Riverlands and he would go to the City and maybe he would find peace if he would see the young blessed Lady Shireen.

Dog licked his right hand as if he had heard the thoughts and was agreeing with them.

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A Maiden

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This Chapter is dark!

It includes hints of vile perversions!

While I told what happened to the other persons who are the living embodiments, I like to believe that no one of us fans of this fandom found my descriptions too horrible.

THe embodiment of the Maiden though, she is not as easy to write about, because she will have it the hardest to live with her "dreams" as she is the only Child among the living embodiments of the Seven and she has had one of the most cruel and horror inducing fates in Canon ASOIAF.

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She often had dreamed about nice things, like pretty dresses and since she had her tenth namesday a few moons ago, she also started to dream about a future nice wealthy Lord as husband, sometimes even about Robb Stark himself.

She had told Sansa about her dreams of the nice dresses and nice Lords as future husband, though she of course never told her friend that her's, Sansa 's brother was one of the nice Lords in her dreams, she never told Sansa that she, Jeyne sometimes dreamed of becoming Robb' s wife in a couple of years and then the future Lady of Winterfell.

It would not be proper to speak about Robb with Sansa and it would be even less proper to do so as the daughter of the mere steward of Winterfell, but Jeyne also knew that deep down in her heart, Robb Stark would always be her dream husband.

But now, over the last two nights, her dreams had changed. In the first strange night, she had dreamed that the Royal family will be visiting Winterfell in a few years and that Bran, Sansa's younger brother will fall from the broken Tower and be nearly dead afterwards. She had woken up crying from this Dream, even though little Bran was never interesting to her, but she felt so disturbed by the image of the broken little boy that she had told Sansa and Septa Mordane and even Lady Stark about it during the morning meal.

Arya, Sansa's awful and ugly sister had made fun of her Dream but Lady Stark had looked into hers, Jeyne's eyes and told her that she was a good girl to be concerned about Bran.

Then, Lady Stark had wrapped her arms around little Bran and had vowed that the broken Tower would be teared down, for if even she, young Jeyne, dreamed of such an accident to happen, it was better to be safe than sorry and Lord Stark had promised it to his wife.

Jeyne felt a bit proud of herself then, because Lady Stark was taking her, a girl of ten namedays, seriously enough and Sansa later, while they both were sitting together with the Septa and were doing their needlework, asked her to tell everything she remembered from the Dream, not so much of Bran's fall but more the Royal family.

And Jeyne did so gladly, she told of fat the King was and how beautiful the Queen and how handsome Prince Joffrey and all the other little things she remembered. The Septa told her finally to stop talking about her Dream and to concentrate more on the needlework.

Jeyne's next night was filled with a Dream of the journey to King's Landing and of a Tourney with a handsome Lord and a dead Knight and Sansa being the fiancee of Prince Joffrey.

This time, Jeyne told Sansa only that she had dreamed about Sansa being Prince Joffrey's intended and about the Capitol. She told nothing about the deaths during the journey, nor the dead Knight at the Tourney for all these details disturbed her a bit.

Nonetheless, she and Sansa giggled a bit about Sansa as future bride and Sansa told her Mother and the Septa that she was happy that her best friend was dreaming of such a nice future for her.
Only Arya, who had heard that comment too, scoffed quite a bit about "nice Dreams and wishful futures" but then, who cared about what little Horseface said. Certainly not Jeyne and her best friend Sansa, not even little Beth Cassel who had listened too.

Jeyne felt good about herself, the dreams the last two days had been so interesting, though the deaths had been hard to see in the second Dream, but besides that, she hoped for more dreams to come.

It seemed so real after all, the Pomp of the Queen and all the interesting things in King's Landing.
Jeyne hoped that she would one day in the future see it all in Reality and if it would then be like her dreams.

These were her last thoughts before she fell asleep then.

This Dream had nothing nice in it though, nothing nice, only death. So much death.
Lord Stark was wounded by the brother of the Queen and Jory Cassel was killed and the other Guards too and then the King was dead and Lord Stark became a Captive of the Queen and father...and father...and father was killed.
Father was killed like all the other Stark men in the Red Keep.
And she and Sansa were crying together and the Septa was dead too and Arya was surely dead too.

Jeyne woke up then, still crying fearful tears and screaming loudly. Father came hurriedly into her room and when he did not managed to get her to calm down, then the Septa came and then even Lady Stark and she talked so long to Jeyne that the screaming stopped and the tears dried up.

Jeyne told nothing about what she dreamed about this time, not to anyone. She only said that this time everything was bad.
Sansa then pouted, for she would have loved to hear Jeyne's fantasy about the Prince and the Pomp but the Septa then said, that while a nice Dream was not something bad to fantasize about, that a Dream was still only a Dream.
In good and in bad situations, a Dream was just a Dream.

These were Jeyne's thoughts when she went to bed at the evening.

She wouldn't wake up again for nine nights and days but instead stayed trapped in her nightmares.

Father was dead, all were dead and Lord Stark was in the Black Cells and was forced away from Sansa. And then she, Jeyne was given to Lord Baelish, a Lord she had met at the Tourney and this Lord Baelish took her to one of his houses and in this house there were Women and Girls and Boys selling their bodies.

Jeyne struggled as her clothes were stripped away from her body and she cried and she was so afraid. She screamed. Then people beat her without mercy, they beat her with fists and leather straps and she cried even harder and struggled but the more she struggled, the more they hurt her.

And then she was exhausted and could not struggle anymore and slowly the people who hurt her eased then their beating.

Jeyne was thankful for that. Maybe they would not hurt her anymore if she would not struggle and cry anymore? She forced herself to stay completely still even though her whole naked body hurt.

But then a couple of mean looking men came to her and they touched her body allover and said crude words to her.

She forced herself to stay still, for this was still not as hurtful as the beating before. But the men did not stop their touching and then one of the men shoved her legs wide apart and settled between them and he was unclothed too and he then hurt her badly by taking her last bit of innocence.

She started struggling again but the man handled her without a care and after him came countless others.

She lost count of the time, the men and hurtings done to her, she lost everything to the pain and just hoped for death and no more pain.

Then, an unknown long time later, when she thought she was numb as only deads could be, she was given to a man who started to make her feel again and feel more than even she now thought she had ever felt before.

He had shown her a broken and horrible looking Theon and he had forced her to have dogs doing things to her which she received before only from men.

He was her husband, her Lord and she was called Lady of Winterfell and Arya but she was not, she was not, she was not...

Her husband scared her and hurt her even more than all the men in Lord Baeslish's house ever had and her husband tortured her and he tortured Reek who was Theon but now was Reek and Lords and Ladies came and see her and heard her screams and her husband scared her so much that she tried everything to ever please him but nothing pleased him more than hurting her.

But then Reek, no Theon and she escaped and they were in the snow and they heard the dogs of her husband and she hoped to finally die, just to finally die.

She woke up. Screaming, crying, praying for death.
She was finally really awake again.

Her room was crowded by Septa Mordane, by Lady Stark, by Maester Luwin, by father and by Old Nan, the old Storyteller.

She still screamed, she still cried and prayed for death.

Maester Luwin gave her medicine but she did not wanted to swallow it because Maester Luwin was dead and who was this man really?

But father hold her and Lady Catelyn did too and then Maester Luwin made her swallow the medicine. But how could that be when they all were dead ?

It took nearly five more days before Jeyne understood where she really was.

Her caretakers told her that she was asleep for nearly nine nights and days and that she screamed and cried and begged nearly the whole time, that she screamed of death and of torture and a cruel husband for most of the time.
That she stayed in her horrible sleep the whole time, no matter ift her soiled body was cleaned or her sheets and nightshirts were changed, no matter if she was made to swallow small amounts of water or medicine, she never woke up for nearly nine days and nights.

But now she was awake again and only slept because of Maester Luwins medicine and only slept for a few hours then.

But she felt slowly better for she was in Winterfell, the good Winterfell, the one where all were alive and all were well and nothing happened if what she had felt and she was years younger.

Slowly she started to loose her fear that her husband was near her and just waiting for her to feel safe.

Sometimes Sansa was allowed to visit her but mostly it were Septa Mordane and Lady Stark and Maester Luwin who would sit with her for hours and hours and soothed her.

After a few more days, when she felt a bit better and calmer, Lady Stark and Lord Stark and father came to her and asked her if she would be able to talk about her Dreams, for much of what she screamed then, should be unknown to her.

She felt faint and fearful again but a tiny voice in her mind whispered that nothing of her Dreams would happen in the future if she would tell everything now.