Yeah forgot about updating till Thursday at school and then stuff just keep happening in my life. My soccer team made playoffs so we'll have a game on Monday (tomorrow) then if we win we'll have practice on Tuesday then another game on Wensday and weither we win or not we also have a game on Friday. I also have a lot of tests next week so how fun. Then though it's fall Break soon therefore I'm hopeful to have some writing time then.
Therefore I'll definitely update Sunday like my schedule said but not sure about Wensday or Thursday because of everything happening! Though hopefully I can during fall Break. I have no idea why I added the part of Daenerys at the end since it's just Canon literally no divergence or extra lines. I guess since it's how she ends up getting some of her army is how I'll justify it but you can skip that part if you want.
The dou runs quickly through the northern wilderness. It was further than ethier one of them had ever been. Even when Theon used to go hunting with the Stark's they had never went this far. The cold didn't seem to effect them due to the adrenaline of their bodies. Though Theon thinks some of it for Sansa is that Stark's could never get fucking cold.
Though Sansa's hand was shaky in his and she was struggling to keep up. Though Theon thinks it's more from fear than the chill of the violent weather. The dogs, or hounds was a lot more accurate description, could be heard. Sansa stops infront of a snowy river.
Theon steps in and tries to guide her but she just flinches back. Now Theon could leave her, never see Ramasey agian but that's what Theon has considered a Ramsey move. Leaving someone else to die to save yourself. He wouldn't do it.
"We have to cross here." Theon tells her firmly.
Sansa nods shakily her breathing heavy and uneven but she grips his hand, trusting him. Sansa steps on a patch of thin ice and gasps.
"I can't." Sansa chokes out. She's running away from her home. She's going to die out here. She's going to die and -.
"It's the only way to throw off the hounds." Theon's voice snaps her out of her thoughts.
"But it's too cold. I can't. I won't make it. I'll die." Sansa says.
"I've seen what his hounds do to a person." Theon says, "This way is better."
"Just leave me he won't hurt me." Sansa tells him. When she says hurt she means kill. Though she guesses the old Sansa would be dead. She would only be literally alive because her heart would still work.
"And do fucking what?" Theon asks, "Go to the wall and tell Jon I let another one of his siblings die. He'd fucking kill me at hearing that if he hadn't already on sight."
Sansa breathes and shakily starts towards the water. Theon guides Sansa into the water. Sansa gasps at the cold. As if a thousand little daggers perice at her skin. The both wade across.
———
They are walking through the woods agian. They are blue with cold and shivering rapidly. Barking can no longer be heard so that threat is gone. Though now they got to worry about the foreseeable chance of freezing out here. Theon spots something in a distance.
"Over here. Come on." Theon says dragging her with him.
Theon leads Sansa to an overturned tree. Its roots provide shelter from the harsh snow. Theon has the strangely humorous thought, Ned Stark wasn't wasting breath with that warning for nothing. They sit down under the roots, shivering.
"Sansa." Theon repeats, "Sansa."
This is the first time the situation has registered for both of them.
Theon wraps his arms around Sansa. She rests her head on his shoulder and closes her eyes. This is what she had longed for for so long. A comfortable embrace where she didn't have to worry about the person pulling a knife on her the next second. Finally hugging someone who didn't have second motives.
It wasn't the most perfect thing like the warm hugs Ned Stark used to give both of them. It was shivery and shakey and they were both wet, from tears and water. It was something so foreign to both of them but so welcoming. Like a bed after a long hunt.
Dogs barking can suddenly be heard close by.
"Stay here. I'll lure them away." Theon says as he pulls away from the embrace.
"No, I won't make it without you." Sansa says grabbing his wrist. Her hand is shaky as well as her force. Her blue eyes held tears in them but they didn't falter the, what Sansa wanted to be demanding but came out pleading, Stark look.
Theon looks at her. Her red hair has some leaves and a whole lot of snow flakes in it. Her eyes were clouded with unshed tears. She looked a hell of a lot like Robb in that moment. The Tully genes appearing in that moment.
"You will. Go north, only north." Theon told her firmly, "You will go to the wall. Jon is Lord Commander he'll make sure your safe."
Theon runs into the woods but is immediately confronted by House Bolton soldiers and hounds.
"Where is Lady Bolton?" A soldier asks.
The name is like a stone thrown on Sansa. She hates it. She was told by Septa Mordane that 'Lady's didn't hate' but Sansa hated a lot of things in her life. Joffrey, The Queen, Ramasey, Baelish, King's Landing.
Lady Stark. Sansa repeated fericely in her head. Lady Sansa Stark of Winterfell.
"Dead." Theon tells him.
"Liar." A Bolton officer claims.
"She broke her leg jumping from the ramparts." Theon says as an image of a helpless Sansa makes it's way into his mind begging for help. "I left her to die in the snow."
Red paints the snow in front of Theon like the comet in the sky only mere years ago. Sansa screams and begs as those orphan boys had. As Bran had only a mere day before that. Theon's gruesome guilty imagination was cut short by the hounds.
They had caught Sansa's sent and began barking. They lead the soldiers to Sansa under the roots of the tree.
Theon's angry thoughts about her not running disappear when Sansa cowers from them.
"I can't wait to see what parts Ramsay cuts off you this time." The Bolton officer comments.
One of the soldiers grabs Sansa and pulls her to her feet.
A horse whinnies in the distance. The soldiers draw their weapons. Brienne and Podrick ride towards the soldiers with their sword drawn.
———
Tyrion and Varys are walking through the streets together.
"We're never going to fix what's wrong with this city from the top of an 800-foot pyramid." Tyrion says.
Varys looks over his shoulder at a passing commoner.
"We'll be fine. We're dressed like common merchants." Tyrion reassures him.
Varys looks him up and down, "You walk like a rich person."
"You've spent a lot of time studying the way rich people walk?" Tyrion asks.
"You walk as though the paving stones were your personal property. I used to steal from people like you when I was a boy." Varys says simply.
"It's a good thing you're not a boy anymore...because you have no cock." Tyrion says explaining his joke to his friend.
"I knew what you were implying you don't have to spell it out."
A woman is lying in the street holding a baby.
"For your baby. To eat." Tyrion says in Valyrin. Varys can't deside weither he wants to wince or laugh.
The woman cowers away from Tyrion.
"She thinks you want to eat her baby." Varys tells Tyrion.
"That's not at all-."
"Your Valyrin is horrible." Varys tells him as he kneels
"His Valyrian is terrible. He only wants to give you money, so your baby can eat." Varys tells her in Valyrian.
Varys hands the woman money. She gestures at them to thank them, and they walk on.
They walk into a courtyard where "KILL THE MASTERS" is written in red on a wall. Beneath it, "MHYSA IS A MASTER," is written.
"Mhysa means mother in Valyrian." Varys tells him.
"I know what mhysa means." Tyrion says.
"Well had to make sure." Varys said, "Don't need you telling an Unsullied somthing that will get you killed."
"Just because I mess up one sentence in Valyrian-."
Varys desides he's done with this agurement and asks a question, "Who wrote it?"
"Hard to know. Our queen is not as popular in Meereen as she used to be." Tyrion says also seemingly dropping the agurement.
"The Sons of the Harpy?" Varys theorized.
"Very plausible." Tyrion says, "Daenerys Targaryen took away their most valuable property, told them human beings weren't even property to begin with. You can see why they're unhappy. Of course, it could also be the freed men."
Tyrion and Varys enter a chamber where a red priest is preaching to a group of listeners.
"For the night is dark and full of terrors." The Listeners says in Valyrian.
"I know what they're fucking saying." Tyrion says as Varys leans down to translate. Varys face has a smirk as if he's won something.
"The Lord of Light sent the Mother of Dragons to you, and those who love the darkness chased her away." The Red Priest preaches.
"Many of the former slaves feel that Daenerys has abandoned them." Tyrion says.
"She did fly away on a dragon and not come back." Varys points out.
"How will you respond? Will you wring your hands, while you wait for the Mother of Dragons to return? Or will you you take up her flames yourselves? Will you fight for your own salvation, now that Queen Daenerys is not here to fight for you?" The red priest asks.
"It's a problem."
Tyrion and Varys proceed in a much larger courtyard.
"Fear has brought Meereen to a standstill. Whoever you are, wherever you go, someone in this city wants to murder you. We can't fight an enemy we don't know." Tyrion tells Varys.
"The Sons of the Harpy planned their attack in the fighting pits very carefully, which means they take orders from someone." Varys says.
"And have you started looking for that someone?" Tyrion asks.
"My little birds have already taken wing. Soon they'll return, singing songs of men in gold masks."
Men are shouting in the distance. A bell begins to toll. A flood of people run through an archway on the opposite side of the courtyard toward Tyrion and Varys, then run past them. Tyrion and Varys proceed through the archway and into the harbor. Smoke pours from the burning wreckage of all the ships in the harbor.
"Well, we won't be sailing to Westeros anytime soon." Is the first thing Tyrion can think to say. It earns him a look form Varys.
———
Brienne walks over to Sansa.
Brienne places her blade on the ground in front of Sansa and kneels before her.
"Lady Sansa, I offer my services once again. I will shield your back and keep your council and give my life for yours if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new." Brienne says.
Sansa turns at looks at Theon for confirmation. Theon nods his head.
"And I vow...that you shall always have a place by my hearth and..." Sansa says trying to recite it.
"Meat and mead at my table." Podrick puts in for her.
"Meat and mead at my table. And I pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new. Arise." Sansa says.
Brienne stands up. Sansa smiles at Brienne.
———
The sun blazes down on Daenerys. It feels as if it is frying her from inside out. She has learned that being immune to fire doesn't apply to the sun.
The Dothraki horde is traveling together in great numbers. Daenerys is walking beside the horse of two Dothraki bloodriders. Daenerys trips over a stone on the rough uneven ground. Bloodrider #1 whips her. Both men laugh. They speak in Dothraki.
"Maybe she saw a ghost. My friend's mother saw a ghost and her hair turned white." #1 says.
"Pink people are afraid of the sun. It burns their skin. This one stands too long in the sun and her hair goes white." #2 says.
"You think she's got white pussy hair too? You ever been with a girl with white pussy hair?" #1 says.
You never will. Daenerys thinks.
"Only when I was fucking your grandma." #2 says.
Bloodrider #1 chuckles and makes a kissing sound at Daenerys, who shoots him a scolding look.
"I'll ask Khal Moro for a night with you. What do you think?" Bloodrider #1 asks directly to Daenerys.
"Pretty eyes, but she's an idiot." #2 says.
"She doesn't have to be smart to get fucked in the ass." #1 says.
"I like to talk when I'm finished. Otherwise, we might as well be dogs." #2 says.
———
The Dothraki folk are tending to their affairs. Blooderrider #1 and Bloodrider #2 escort Daenerys to Khal Moro's tent. Khal Moro is sitting with his wives and other bloodriders.
"For you, my Khal. The white-haired girl we found in the hills." Bloodrider #2 says.
Bloodrider #1 pushes Daenerys towards Khal Moro. He Khal considers her. The attendants speak in Dothraki.
"Look at those lips, blood of my blood." Bloodrider #3 says.
"Blue-eyed women are witches." Wife #1 says.
"It is known." Wife #2 says.
"Cut off her head, before she casts a spell on you." Wife #1 says.
Khal Moro stands and walks around Daenerys.
"Even if I was blind, I'd hear my wives say, "Cut off her head" and I'd know this woman was beautiful. I'm glad I'm not blind. Seeing a beautiful woman naked for the first time, what is better than that?" Khal Moro says.
"Killing another Khal?" Bloodrider Number-Three asks.
"Yes, killing another Khal." Khal Moro said.
"Conquering a city and taking her people as slaves, and taking her idols back to Vaes Dothrak." Bloodrider Number-Four says.
"Breaking a wild horse, forcing it to submit to your will." Bloodrider Number-Three says.
"Seeing a beautiful woman naked for the first time is among the five best things in life." Khal Moro said annoyed.
Khal Moro grabs Daenerys by the chest.
"Do not touch me." Daenerys says firmly, speaking in Dothraki.
The bloodriders and wives look at each other. Khal Moro released Daenerys.
"I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar of the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons."
Khal Moro and his bloodriders laugh. He places his hand on the back of Daenerys' head
"You are nobody, the millionth of your name, Queen of Nothing, slave of Khal Moro. Tonight I will lie with you, and if the Great Stallion is kind, you will give me a son. Do you understand?" Khal Moro asks.
"I will not lie with you. And I will bear no children, for you, or anyone else. Not until the sun rises in the west, and sets in the east."
"I told you she was a witch. Cut off her head." Wife-One says.
"I like her. She has spirit." Khal Moro says.
"I was wife of Khal Drogo, son of Khal Bharbo." Daenerys says.
Khal Moro takes his hand away from Daenerys and steps backwards.
"Khal Drogo is dead." Khal Moro says.
"I know." Daenerys says, "I burnt his body."
"Forgive me. I did not know." Khal Moro says, "It is forbidden to lie with a Khal's widow. No one will touch you. You have my word."
Khal Moro draws his blade and cuts Daenerys' bindings.
"If you will escort me back to Meereen, I will see that your khalasar is given a thousand horses, as a sign of my gratitude." Daenerys offers.
"When a Khal dies, there is only one place for his Khaleesi." Khal Moro says.
Khal Moro sits down.
"Vaes Dothrak. The Temple of the Dosh Khaleen." Wife-One says.
"To live out her days with the widows of dead Khals. It is known." Wife-Two adds.