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Amelia Targaryen

"I will do what Queens do. I will rule."

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a character in “Crowns, Empires and Swords”, as played by TvAddict13

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Name
Amelia Targaryen

Age
Nineteen

Appearance and Build
Amelia Targaryen is not only the last Targaryen but the blood of Old Valyria and the dragon. Amelia striking (some claim inhuman) beauty makes her one of a kind as she retains distinctly Valyrian features: a pale complexion and hair the color of the moon. Her hair cascades down from the top of her head to the small of her back. Gleaming green eyes that shine like polished emeralds adorn her oval shaped face. With full pink lips and a perfectly sized button nose, Amelia Targaryen, is the epitome of beauty. She is small in stature being a mere height of only 5'2. Her petite build makes her smaller than the majority of those she comes in contact with. Although she may be the size of child she has the body of a woman. With subtle curves in all the right places Amelia has a gorgeous body. One that due to her time amongst the Dothraki she is neither ashamed or embarrassed to show.

What/ who they are?
Amelia Targaryen is the last Targaryen in the world. She is the last person of the world with the pureblood of Old Valyria and the dragon flowing through her veins. Throughout her life she has gained many titles. Amelia Stormborn, she is called, for she had come howling into the world on Dragonstone as the greatest storm in the memory of Valyrian howled outside. She is Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains, Mhysa, Queen of the Kingdom of Valyrian and so much more.

Where does she live?
Amelia lives in the castle known as the Red Keep. The castle is situated in the capital city of Valyria and her kingdom of Valyrian.

Alliances & Enemies
The North is currently in a state of war. Amelia finds herself at the forefront of this war along with many others. Her enemies in this war are King Moloch and the City of Drake, King Deacon Lesseth and Fuaria, Queen Sylvia and the Empire of Atlantia. Her biggest enemy in this war is Wanehope and his Khalidorian Empire as it is because of this god-king claimant that the war was started. While she has many enemies in this war the number of allies she holds exceed her number of foes. The half-god cousins and their Kingdom of Tripartite are her allies in this. As well as Princess Kenna and the South Atlantic Kingdom, Spartacus the King of Galapagos City, Castiel the Alpha King of Amundsen Land and Jon Stark and soon his country of the North.


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Exiled from her kingdom before she was even born the life of the Stormborn would be anything but simple and easy. Her mother had died giving me birth, and her father and eldest brother Rhaegar even before that. The only family she had in the world was her brother Viserys. Had it not been for him she wouldn't have ever even known so much as their names. He was the only one left. The only one. He was all she had. While she should have loved him she feared him instead. As her brother Viserys was suppose to protect her, but instead he'd would scare or even worst hurt her. Always threatening her not to "wake the dragon."

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Her fear of him it what had made her such a meek, timid girl with little to no confidence or self-esteem as a child. Moving from place to place Amelia never had a true sense of home which had a big effect on her as it was all she truly longed for. She had always hoped that when Viserys finally reclaimed what had been stolen from them that his rage would settle and they would be able to be a happy family in a real home. Years had gone by as Amelia suffered at the hands of her brother taking all forms of abuse; that being physical, emotional and most damaging the mental.

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It wasn't until her brother sold her to Khal Drogo for the promise of his crown that she begin to grow as a person. Her brother who had once had all this power over her was now beneath her. She was the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea and the Dothraki people followed him not her. When he had threatened her husbands people protected her and they obeyed only their Khal and their Khaleesi. While it hadn't been her ideal marriage being with the Khal brought out a side of Amelia that she never knew she had. Being with him brought out the courage and strength within her. The fire that flowed throughout the veins of all true targaryens had at long last sparked within.

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On the night that her children hatched from their eggs and were born into the world that fire became an inferno. She felt older than her fourteen years. If ever she had truly been a girl, that time was done. She was no longer a frightened and timid young child but a fiery and fierce woman who would no longer fall beneath the heel of anyone. She would do what her mad brother hadn't been capable of doing and as the last targaryen on earth she vowed that she would reclaim what had been stripped from her family.

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With her Khal gone Amelia risked the chance of the over forty thousand warriors that she led. A woman in history had never led a khalasar and to have one its size would be a task within itself. However one the night her dragons were born the khalasar pledged itself loyalty to her and loyal there were. She was there Khaleesi and was treated with the respect that her men had showed her husband before his departure from the world.

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As the days turned to weeks and weeks to months Amelia grew as not only a person but a leader. It is said that madness and greatness were two sides of the same coin and every time a new Targaryen was born, the gods would toss the coin in the air and the world would hold its breath to see how it would land. While her brother Viserys had been madness she appeared to be greatness. Her followers generally regard her with great respect and love, and she is often compared to her deceased brother Rhaegar, a similarly charismatic leader who was known for his skill, determination, scholarly mind and strong sense of justice. Her primary weakness as a ruler is her youth and relative inexperience; however, she has a keen intellect and learns quickly from her mistakes.

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Although tirelessly ambitious, Amelia is not driven by a sense of deserving or the craving of power that being a ruler gives a person. Amelia does what she does on principal and because she feels that it is her responsibility and duty to protect and care for her people. She has a strong sense of purpose and destiny to her kindness opposed to strictly being compassionate. Amelia is polite and well-spoken, but filled with quiet determination. She is somewhat naive of the world due to being young and living her life with only her brother to rely on for knowledge of the world, but she is intelligent and quick to understand how the world around her works.

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She has emerged from the hardships of her life as a strong, confident, courageous woman. Nevertheless, she has not forgotten what it was like to be one without power, and her experiences have left her with a compassion that is unusual for those of her high stature. She is determined to bring justice through her reign and try to make right the injustice of the world. In spite of her strong moral compass, she is capable of ruthlessly dealing with her enemies. It is was the love of her husband and their people along with the fire and blood in her veins that she truly became who she was always meant to be. The Dragon’s Daughter. The Mother of Dragons.

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In Conclusion

Amelia is polite and well-spoken, but filled with quiet determination. She used to be cowed by her brother's ambitions and his occasional cruel rages, but her time amongst the Dothraki has taught her pride, confidence and skills of command. She is still somewhat naive of the world due to being young and living her life as an exile (with only her petulant brother to rely on for knowledge of the world), but she is intelligent and quick to understand now that she is free to pursue her own path.

Amelia spent her entire life living on the sufferance of others, bouncing back and forth between one benefactor or the next (like Illyrio Mopatis) with her brother, until whatever dreams they had of supporting the exiles' claim wore off and they'd have to move on to another patron. As a result, Amelia has never known a true home. Constantly living under her brother's domination has given Amelia a great empathy with the downtrodden of the world. She is deeply sympathetic to those she perceives as oppressed, while at the same time, her pent up frustration from years of being mentally and physically dominated by her petty would-be-king of a brother make Amelia capable of being utterly ruthless against those she perceives as oppressing others. This has produced a large amount of black-white thinking in Amelia's mind, and she can be idealistic to a fault.

Unlike many in her House, Amelia has thus far not shown any signs of the "Targaryen madness" that plagued her father (and to a lesser extent, Viserys). She has inherited some Targaryen ruthlessness; this is evident when she says that Viserys was not a true dragon when he was burned to death with molten gold, because "fire cannot kill a dragon". However, while Viserys was cruel and demanding to his servants and even his benefactors, Amelia reciprocates the loyalty of those who follow her with gratitude and compassion. Overall, Amelia is much closer in character to her deceased brother Rhaegar Targaryen than to her father or to Viserys.


Skills

~ Archery. She was taught archery by Mira during the time they spent in the South Atlantic together. She didn't have many lessons but she has shown promise.

~ Weaponry. She was taught how to fight with a smallsword by her knight Ser Barristan Selmy.

~ Princess Matters. Sewing, Dancing, Musical Instruments, ect.

~ Being strong. Amelia isn't all that physically strong, but she is able to have strength in the face of great despair or troubled times.

~ Adaptation. She is able to learn quickly and adapt to new situations with ease.

~ Captivation. Amelia has a presence that not many can match. From her beauty alone, to the words she speaks, she can easily hold the attention of and inspire others.

~ Resistant. Amelia is the blood of the dragon and fire can not kill/ harm a dragon. She is resistant to heat/fire.

~ Dragon Dreams. Affect those with the blood of the dragon, who are known to have premonition-like dream ability - they are no ordinary dreams. They often involve dragons but not always.


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A rebellion had taken place in the years before Amelia's birth. Amelia was conceived during the last month of the rebellion that would ultimately end her family's reign over the Valyrian Kingdom. A pregnant Queen Rhaella and her youngest son, Viserys, were smuggled to the family ancestral seat of Dragonstone by the loyalist Ser Willem Darry, to escape the coming Sack of Valyria. In that rebellion her father Aerys II had been slain in his throne room, her eldest brother Rhaegar had fallen on the battlefield. Shortly thereafter, Amelia was born while a great storm raged above Dragonstone, sinking what remained of the Targaryen fleet; for this reason she is sometimes known as "Amelia Stormborn." Her mother died in labor. Amelia is the only daughter and youngest child of King Aerys II Targaryen and his sister-wife, Queen Rhaella. She was most likely named by her mother right before her death.

After the death of their mother and the end of the war, Ser Willem Darry and several other loyal retainers rescue the children and smuggled them into exile, sailing them far away from Dragonstone to a city far away, where they lived for years in a house with a red door. Ser Willem was old and sickly, but Amelia remembers that he always treated her kindly. After his death, the servants drove the young Targaryens from the house. The only thing Amelia remembers is weeping as they were forced out.

The Targaryen loyalists who raised the two children considered Viserys the rightful ruler of the Valyrian Kingdom despite the family's defeat and exile, as did Viserys himself. He regarded it as his duty to revenge himself on the usurpers who murdered his family and reclaim the birthright that had been stolen from him when he was only a child. In the years that followed Ser Willem's death, Viserys wandered various cities with his sister, trying to raise support to retake the stolen throne, which earned him the mocking title of "The Beggar King."

As a result of this long humiliation, Viserys grew bitter and obsessed with his long-denied birthright. Amelia was the only convenient target for his frustration, and over time he even came to blame her for their mother's death. He took pride in his lack of control of his own temper, regarding it as proof that he was a true heir to the Targaryen kings; he regularly warned Dany not to "wake the dragon" by angering him. He often spoke to her of the importance of preserving the purity of their royal bloodline through the ancient Valyrian practice of dynastic incest, so Amelia grew up believing she would one day wed her brother. She was bright enough to realize that most of Viserys' plans for retaking the throne were unrealistic, and as she had no memory of the kingdom herself, his dream meant little to her; instead she longed to return to the house with the red door, which in her mind became a symbol for the childhood she had lost. With no family other than the abusive Viserys and no expectation of ever escaping his control, Amelia grew into a fearful and docile young woman.

Viserys and Amelia eventually found the help they sought in the Free City of Pentos, in the form of a rich and powerful magister, Illyrio Mopatis, who invited them to stay in his mansion and offered his help in reclaiming their throne. While Amelia and her brother stay at the mansion of Illyrio Mopatis in Pentos, Illyrio arranges a marriage between Amelia and the powerful Dothraki warlord Khal Drogo. In return, Drogo is to provide Viserys with ten thousand warriors for his campaign to retake the throne. Amelia's opinion is not consulted, and she realizes this marriage is little different from being sold into slavery. She tells her brother she does not wish to marry Khal Drogo, but Viserys only threatens that she will “wake the dragon” if she fails to please the khal. Despairing, Dany sees no choice but to do her best to avoid her brother's wrath, as she always had.

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At the wedding, the exiled Valyrian knight Ser Jorah Mormont pledges his sword to the Targaryen cause. Amelia receives three petrified dragon eggs from Illyrio, three handmaidens (Irri, Jhiqui and Doreah) from her brother, books from Ser Jorah, and a magnificent silver filly from Drogo. She is frightened by the seemingly barbaric Dothraki culture and particularly terrified of her bridegroom, a powerfully-built man who shares no common language with her. Life in the khalasar is difficult at first; Amelia is lonely and unaccustomed to spending her days on horseback. Nevertheless, she is determined to embrace her new life. Gradually her body strengthens and she begins to enjoy the sense of freedom that came with the nomadic lifestyle.

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The first real turning point comes when Viserys flies into one of his rages at her and Amelia, for the first time in her life, fights back, shoving him away – and finds herself backed up by Jhogo, who whips Viserys and asks the khaleesi how he ought to be punished. Amelia begns to realize that Viserys is ultimately a pathetic bully, and that she herself might not be as worthless as her brother had always claimed. From this day forward, she begins to assert herself more and more. She loses her fear of both the Dothraki and her brother, becoming a strong and confident woman who little resembles the timid girl who had left Pentos. Her growing courage pleases Drogo, and they developed a loving relationship.

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As the months pass by Viserys grows increasingly impatient for the aid he had been promised, and the situation comes to a head when he breaks Dothraki law by drawing a blade in a city considered sacred by the Dothraki, threatening Amelia. Drogo announces that Viserys will have the golden crown he deserves and dumps a pot of molten gold over his head, killing him and making Daenerys the last Targaryen. Dany watches impassively.

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With Viserys' death, Drogo loses interest in the notion of invading Valyria, despite Amelia's attempts to persuade him. This changes, however, when Ser Jorah prevents an assassin from poisoning Amelia and discovers that the usurpers had a price placed on her head. Enraged, Drogo vows before his khalasar to avenge this insult by conquering the Valyrian Kingdom.

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The khalasar continues east, pillaging foreign lands with the intent of selling slaves for ships to make the crossing to Valyrian. During one such raid of a Lhazareen town, Drogo is injured. A Lhazareen priestess, Mirri Maz Duur, offers to treat him, and although Drogo's bloodriders reviled the woman as a maegi, Amelia more concerned about her husband's well-being asks the priestess to heal him. Days pass and the wound festers, making him too weak to ride. Jorah explains to Amelia that her position as khaleesi is entirely dependent on Drogo, and without him, she is likely to be killed. Desperate, she begs Mirri Maz Duur to save her husband, ignoring the possible consequences of blood magic.

The blood magic leaves Drogo but in a catatonic state. Mirri Maz Duur reveals that this was the true price of the blood magic, and that she did what she did as revenge for what the Dothraki did to community. While it pains her to do so Amelia euthanizes Drogo as he would never be the man he once was. Jorah urges her to flee with him into the east, while the men of Dany's khas offer to escort her to Vaes Dothrak to take her place as a former khaleesi among the dosh khaleen.

Amelia, however, decides to finally take control of her destiny. She orders Mirri Maz Duur bound to Drogo's funeral pyre and places the three dragon eggs around his corpse, then announces to the khalasar that she is freeing those who were enslaved, and will lead them all to glory if they chose to follow her. She offers to Aggo, Jhogo and Rakharo the traditional gifts of a khal to his bloodriders; each refuse, saying that to serve as bloodrider to a woman would shame them, but Amelia ignores their objections. Ser Jorah accepts her offer, and she names him the first of her Queensguard.

Amelia then walks unflinchingly into the flames. The resulting magic restores life to the eggs, from which three dragons hatched, the first known for centuries. Amelia emerges from the fire unharmed. Drogo's former khalasar, now hers more surely than they had ever been Drogo's, kneels in awe. Aggo, Jhogo and Rakharo willingly swear themselves as her bloodriders, and Amelia becomes the first female Dothraki war-leader, a khaleesi in her own right.

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So begins...

Amelia Targaryen's Story

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The long journey back had finally reached its end. Fort Fuaria stood towering in the distance. Deacons defense troops have already moved to this border. Deacon marched his 90,000 troops into the fort and was met by Leon who was left in charge of Fuaria. "Welcome back" Leon said with a grin on his face "That was a short lived trip.". Deacon smiled "Yes well, it was worth in. Valyria has no idea whats coming. If she doesn't surrender within seconds I will have her head on a pike before the days end." Deacon laughed to himself, "Tell the men they to rest while they can, we are moving out at once." Syrus nodded and ran to give the command. Deacon and Leon went to the top of one of the guard towers, since Fuaria was mostly mountainous the tower rose high in the sky, and from there he could just see Braavos and the stretching Valyrian lands. Braavos would be child's play, she wont even know hes there, but once he takes the city the Targaryen queen will send the troops. If this was the case, they would either meet in Quarth or Volantis, but Dragonstone will pose a problem. "Are the siege engines ready?" Deacon said his voice now serious. "Yes my lord. another thousand of our troops are ready to move the machines, you will take Braavos in no time." Deacon looked at the view once more before putting his helmet on.

The bottom level of the fort was in mayhem, nobody sat down as preparations came to a close. Deacons army now stood behind the Fuarian gate in front of the Valyrian border. Its been thousands of years since a Fuarian soldier stepped on foreign lands ready for war, this would not mark the last time. Valyria will be hard to take, but once the first few cities are settled with more soldiers will come to take the Capital, and if all plans fell into place Valyria would be surrounded from both sides. The thought of war excited Deacon, his soldiers were getting rather bored, hell he was getting bored.

Deacon had no plans of stopping to rest before reaching Braavos, if and when they captured the city they would have time to rest. One of the Khalidorian Meisters was ordered to contact Wanhope to see how the southern side was fairing. Deacon would reach Braavos before the sun even sets, the city wasn't very far after all. Valyrian scouts would notice them shortly and the Targaryen queen would no doubt get the message, but Deacon planned to make an example out of Braavos.

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"Da'Karro ready the ship will you?" Robyn instructed before turning and returning to her cabin.
"Of course Captain," He replied, making his way to the keel, "Prepare to sail lads! The sooner were done with the North the sooner we can return to a more welcoming climate!"
He reached the top of the stairs and laid a hand on the balustrade. "Esteemed guests, if any of you plan on departing I would suggest you do it shortly, once we are away, we will not be making any convenience stops."
The ship buzzed with the remaining crew untying rigging and preparing the sails. He watched the assorted nobles follow Robyn into her cabin, and his eyes lingered warily on Jon.
The true King of the north...
It was bizzare thinking of him in such terms, he was Scarlets cousin. He had known Scarlet was of royal birth but it had never had any relevance or import, but now...
She was Cousin of a King, a Lady in truth, able to rule over much in her Cousins new kingdom. She would be wealthy and well looked after up here with Jon, she may even be happy. What could he offer her? What could the Captain? A life on a pirate ship? Constantly in danger and living of what you can steal? A life in the temple at Jeddah? A life... with him.
She deserved so much more than he could give her. What could he bring her but death, pain and a prophecy she had no control over.
He pushed his dark thoughts to the back of his mind and continued with preparations. Now was not the time.

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Reports about Braavos have been constant from the moment they left Fuaria. Syrus advised Deacon on many things that have to do with the city layout, and how to approach an assault and a successful invasion on the city. Firsts thing first though, Braavos was known to have its part of assassins in the city, assassins almost as ruthless as the Fuarian Shadows. To combat this Deacon dispatched most of his Shadows to the city, to infiltrate and eliminate anyone of threat before they would even arrive, now this would have one of two results. Either the Shadows will be discovered and Deacons surprise attack will be spoiled, or Deacons Shadows will eliminate a good amount of the Braavasi Assassins and stay out of the spot light, and everything will fall into place. Deacon had a few very interesting war Machines that he had constructed, but he had a plan for every part of this assault. If everything worked to his favor Braavos will never see him coming, and seeing as a lot of the soldiers of Valyria are busy somewhere else, Deacon expected a force halved in size of the original input he had gotten on the city. The Fuarian Shadows had another very important role, this would either make their assault a lot easier, or a lot harder.

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White Harbor, the port of The North. Jon hadn't seen it since before Wanhopes invasion. He had been here with Clara and walked it's streets with her at his side. Things were different then, so different than the city he walked through now. The sky seemed more grey than he remembered and the air didn't smell as crisp and clean asit once had. Jon remembered Clara dragging him through the busy market square with it's countless vendors shouting out their wares but now the square was quiet. There were still vendors, still stalls lined with goods but no one barked out their prices or the fineness of their products. No, now man and woman alike walked in silence or hushed whispers. Their eyes darting this way and that for signs of being watched or overheard. The uneasy feeling was not lost on Jon as he made his way through the port city.

They were afraid, that was what Jon had discovered was the route of the change in White Harbor. While fine goods the like Jon had never seen now graced its markets from the finest of silks and spices to the grandest of gems few were buying. Most seemed to stare at the food stalls with longing but not have the coin to purchase. Not a single fish was bought, nor loaf of bread. The greatest sign of utter fear was when ever a troop of Khalidorian soldiers would walk by the populace would give them a wide birth. The soldiers marched about with swagger and entitlement, the city was theirs and they knew it. They took the fish the mother was too poor to pay for. They took the bread the child begged for but was denied. They took whatever they wanted from whoever they wanted merely because they could. Jon glared at them with utter contempt but said nothing. He could not make his presence known, not yet.

And so Jon led Robyn along towards the inns, brothels and ale houses where they would see what information they could find out. Jon remembered discussing his plan with Amelia before he departed from The Harbinger. She hadn't liked the plan, she hadn't liked it one bit. She thought infiltrating a enemy controlled city alone was beyond dangerous. Jon had mentioned that he wouldn't be alone, that Captain Robyn Sheva would be with him but that did little to improve her mood. Amelia didn't trust The Captain. She had made a point, a valid point at that, that if Robyn could turn her cloak once she could do so again. Jon wasn't so certain. The Captain had already proven to be more than some average brigand. She had her own sort of honor and loyalty that was admirable. Most importantly she cared for Clara which was enough for Jon to give her the benefit of the doubt. Amelia had suggested if he was going to go on this suicide mission to at least take Ajax with him. Jon had refused knowing it would be easier to sneak in and out with just the two of them. The behemoth of a half god was not built for anonymity.

And so Jon had left Amelia behind, unhappy with him as she was, on The Harbinger. Jon had left Ghost behind as well to keep an eye on The Mother of Dragons and to keep her safe. Ghost would pull a double watch as he was tasked with looking over Clara as well. Jon felt reassured knowing the great white dire wolf was looking over the two most important women in his life. Pushing thoughts of his beloved cousin and the mesmerizing Amelia Targaryen to the recesses of his mind Jon chose the ale house he and Robyn would hunt for word of the resistances whereabouts.

"Here,"

Jon said.

"Naga's Flagon."

Jon led Robyn up to an old, rundown building with once green shutters that had gone to rot long ago. One window on the upper floor was broken through and never repaired and a pungent odor came from the exterior entrance to the cellar spoke of moldy food. This was the perfect place for sailors, fisherman, farmers, dock hands and day laborers to get a stiff drink after a long days work. Exactly the kind of place Jon and Robyn needed to search for clues. He led her up the few stairs to the door and pushed it open, ushering her inside. He gave a final cursory glance outside to be sure they weren't followed before following after her.

Jon and Robyn found themselves in a dark, dingy drinking house. Poorly lit and thick with pipe smoke Jon scanned the room quickly. The room was filthy, every table seemed caked with age old grease. The walls were blackened where the sconces were in place and the hearth fire in the corner was in need of stoking and fresh wood. The bar itself looked damaged on one end from a fight. Someone rather large must have either fallen through it or had thrown someone through it. Either way it too needed a skilled carpenter. Yet the most off putting thing about the place was the same thing Jon had found in the market. The silence. Even here people were scared. They leaned over their drinks with their eyes rarely leaving their cups unless to glance about the room nervously. The only brave souls to dare a laugh or speak in anything over a whisper were the drunkards to inebriated to give into their fear.

"Alright, I got you into the city and found you the seediest bar I could find. Now it's your turn Robyn, work your magic."

Jon said in a hushed tone.

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"We should've never let him go off alone." Amelia voice was laced with worry and concern as she paced back and forth. Ajax and her had found a seclusive place among the ship to go while they waited for Jon to return. Jon had been gone for about an hour or so now and the longer his absence the more worried she became. When he had come to her and asked her what she thought of him infiltrating the White Harbor with no one but that already proven backstabbing pirate wench she had been honest in her opinion on the matter. Her opinion being that Jon once again had proven himself mad to her in wanting to go off on what she considered to be another suicide mission. The woman had sworn her loyalty to Wanehope and had betrayed him. He had most likely promised her the world and riches that she could only imagine and in the end she had still sided with his enemy.

"He is not alone Amelia. Robyn is with him. They will pr-"
"Is that suppose to bring me comfort. She is a pirate. They cannot be trusted. She cannot be trusted!"

Ajax eyes darted around looking a bout their surroundings. A pirate ship was no place to bad mouth pirates. "I understand your concern for Jon's safety but please still yourself Amelia. Jon has proven himself to be a capable fighter and more importantly a survivor. Now I would not be speaking truth if I said that this pirate captain does not concern me. However, it is out our hands now. Jon is gone. All we can do now is wait and pray to our gods that his mad plan doesn't fall through and he finds those that he seeks."

Amelia knew that every word Ajax spoke was the truth and all the two could do now was wait and hope that everything went according to plan. "I cannot just stand here doing nothing. I'll go mad if I try." Amelia spoke as she began pacing again.

"If you keep pacing am afraid you won't be the only one to go mad." His words made Amelia come to a halt as she faced him. "Sorry." Ajax chuckled, "I think we could both use some fresh air." The mountain of a man slowly rose from the barrel of which he had been sitting on.

As Ajax walked away Amelia followed behind him as they went up above unto the ship deck. At the bow of the ship she saw the large white dire wolf with Clara, Jon's cousin. The Stark reunion had been one that none had expect but all had been happy to bare witness to. At least it had made her happy to see. It turned out that Jon in fact wasn't the only Stark alive. Amelia was happy that he still had family in this world. Something that she herself did not have.

"Now there lies the perfect distraction for you. You should go break words with her. If there is anyone on this ship who will share your worries and concerns it is she." Ajax said giving Amelia a friendly nudge in Clara's direction to which Amelia just laughed as she spun around to face him.

"I don't want you to leave me alone. I am still wary of these people."

Ajax nodded, "Than I shall not leave you alone. I will stay insight."

Amelia smiled and nodded as she turned walking away from Ajax and went to the bow of the ship where Clara sat with Ghost. As she approached the dire wolf tail thumped against the wooden floorboard. Kneeling down she scratched under Ghost's chin as she her eyes fell on Clara. She was dark of skin with a heart shaped face and beautiful brown almond shaped eyes. "Hello, am Amelia Targaryen."

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"I'm Clara, Clara Stark, but everyone calls me Scarlet." Amelia sat on her knees as her hands roamed over Ghost's massive head petting and scratching the wolf that turned to putty in her hands. "It is nice to meet you." Clara said with a small bow. "Um, You have you a beautiful color of hair." She spoke with a smile, "I've never seen such a color." Amelia grinned as her hand found it's way to her moon-colored hair. "I am the blood of Old Valyria. The people of Old Valyria are said to have all held my pale complexion and moon-colored hair." She spoke as she ran her hand through her soft natural waves, "Unfortunately, the old Valyrians are all dead. Perished in the Doom of Valyria." There was a hint of sadness in her voice as she said this. Another reminder that she was truly alone in the world.

"Your hair is darker than night. Just like Jon's." She said refocusing her attentions. "You must be so happy to have found him again. When he had thought his entire family to be dead he was ready to give his life for vengeance. While finding you doesn't erase nor bring back all of those he has lost I know finding you means the world to him. That much was evident from the way you two looked and spoked to each other were first seeing each other in the galley."

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"Mm, You see when I was growing up, Jon was really all I had, my parents never wanted me, They were trying for a second boy, but got me instead, so they treated me that way. Jon and I were the third borns, no real purpose, I mean Jon at least was a contingency in the Royal line but otherwise, nothing of real importance. So growing up, we sort of just stuck together, or atleast I to him." Clara spoke giggling at the memory.

It made her happy to see Clara so happy at the though of past good times. She also felt somewhat envious as she listened to Clara's childhood tale. Amelia held no good memories of her childhood. Their was only ever the red door. After the death of her mother Ser Willem Darry had smuggled them away and they lived had lived in a big house with a red door. Amelia couldn't recall much but she remember that when she lived there she has her own room and there had been a lemon tree outside her window. After Ser Willem’s death, the servants drove the last Targaryens from the house, Amelia had cried as the red door was closed to them forever. She and her brother after that had been forced to move from place to place, city to city, never settling down. The life of an exile didn't leave one with many good memories. Life with Viserys made sure she wasn't left with any.

"He called me Clara Underfoot. I used to practically be his shadow, and sometimes, he wouldn't see me, and nearly stumble over me. He stepped on my hand, once in court, I was about 7 at the time, My hand had swollen so big. He felt so bad that he brought me cakes and cookies and pretty things for weeks!" She said bursting into giggles. "Oh, Don't tell him I told you that!" She said smiling brightly,

Amelia giggled nodding, "I will not breathe a word of it." Clara's smile was a contiguous one and with everything bad that had been happening lately it felt good to genuinely smile."Come with me, if you please, I like talking to you, and I don't want to do it up here where it's dreary." At the rate Clara spoke Amelia hadn't even had the chance to respond before she was being pulled to her feet and tugged away. Ghost followed the two women as Clara guided her to the kitchen.

"Do you like mead? I make it special for Jon, He likes it with Juniper berries. Do you like Juniper? It's a little bitter for me, but still sweet. Ah well, Matter of opinion I suppose. I can make you something special, I lo-ove to cook, Jon says, I'm better then all the cooks back in court. Which honestly wasn't saying much, they were horrid. Oh! How about a moon cake!? That would be perfect for you! What do you think?"

Amelia couldn't help herself as she began laughing. Clara had such a childlike energy to her that was refreshing and somewhat bewildering all at the same time. "I've never had Juniper berries, but I wouldn't be opposed to trying it. And I would love a mooncake." Amelia said after her laughter had subside. She was enjoying her time with Clara but she still wondered about Jon. Jon as well as Ajax cousins who were fighting their battles along with Davina and Kenna as well as Spartacus and Castiel. There were so many people fighting in this war who she cared for and she was silently praying to the Seven that they were all okay.

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There was a dozen guards stationed outside her door. The castle guards in the castle had been tripled as the war found itself on her doorstep. Her uncle and Mira had situated themselves in front of the castle wall. A decision that had proven wise as those men and the wall were now the only thing that protected the city from its enemy. Jasunr and Castiel had gone south towards the villages in hopes of colliding with Moloch's men before they reached the castle. That plan had clearly fallen under and was among one of the many reasons Kenna found herself pacing back and forth in her chambers. Word had reached her shortly after the battle had gotten underway and she felt utterly helpless as her uncle and dear friend risk their lives along with a thousand others to defend and protect both Kenna and her city. She silently prayed to the gods that her uncle and Mira could if not defeat Moloch keep the Drake King at bay. If Moloch's men made it through her city's defensive wall then all would be lost. The North had already fallen to Khalidor. Only time would tell if the South Atlantic would suffer the same fate and fall to Drake on this day.

"You need to eat something." Davina spoke with evident concern as she stuck her silver fork into one of the strawberries. She had had the cooks send up a variety of delectable goods in hopes of her princess finding something even remotely appealing. To her dismay Kenna hadn't taken a second look at the food since it arrived. She hadn't even glanced at the blueberry tarts and they were her favorite food in the world. "I do not need food. What I need is for this to be over. I need for Moloch and his allies to be destroyed. I need my kingdom and my people to be safe and they are not." Kenna voice was frantic as she spoke. Davina did her best to conceal her worry as she listened to Kenna's irregular rapid heartbeat. The longer it took for this battle to end the closer to edge Kenna got.

"And starving yourself is the key to our enemies demise?" Davina asked sarcastically as she picked up a lemon cake and took a bite out of the citrus dessert. Coming to a sudden halt Kenna paused in a moment of thought before looking at her lady. "Even if I tried I wouldn't be able to keep it down. Not in my state. When the others return from battle alive and sound I will eat. I promise you this." Davina said nothing in response to this just giving a silent nod in her princess's direction. It was no point in auguring over the matter. Kenna was right. Even if Davina forced the tarts down her throat the chances of her keeping it down in her current state was highly unlikely.

A hard knocking sounded on the door that made Kenna's heart skip a beat. "Ease yourself Kenna. It is only a castle guard come to tell me of Marcellus arrival." With an arched brow Kenna asked, "Marcellus? Why does that name sound so familiar" As she popped three blueberries into her mouth she rose from the table. "You do not remember Marcellus? He was like my shadow back when we were both at the convent. My personal guard assigned to protect me by my beloved father." Kenna slowly nodded as she began to recall her memories of her time at the convent. "The vampire. Why has your father sent him here?" Davina now nodded. "That is the one. My father sends him because there is a battle being fought just outside our walls and he feels I need to be protected. Plus knowing my father neither he or the rest of my family will stand idly by as someone threatens to assault our home. He will be leading the vampires and hybrids under him into battle." Hearing that Davina's father the Original Hybrid along with the other members of the Original Family and his vampires and hybrids alike would be going out to assist her uncle and Mira on the field of battle lifted a small weight off her shoulders. "I will return momentarily." Davina said as she took her leave to met with her vampire guard.

Kenna nodded as she was left alone to wait in silence. Walking out onto the balcony she look out to her view that overlooked her city. Everything looked so peaceful. And yet it wasn't. She breathed a heavy sigh as she thought of her allies who were all often fighting in their different battles. Ajax, Jon and Amelia had went to the North in hopes of locating a resistance that none could be sure if truly existed. Dalila was alone at sea commanding both the navy of Tripartite and Kenna's alike as she fought off the Atlantian ships. Jasunr and Castiel were where ever the hell they were most likely spill the blood of their enemies and Spartacus and Mira were in a fierce battle against Moloch and his men. Where was Kenna amidst all of the battling and bloodshed. Hiding behind her wall and castle guards as everyone else was out risking their lives. She felt she useless and helpless. Davina with her magic alone could probably wipe out half of Moloch's army with out lifting a finger. Yet, she had stayed behind because helpless Princess Kenna required protection.

The sound of a door slamming startled her awake from her thoughts. Assuming Kenna had returned with Marcellus Kenna walked off of the balcony returning to her bed chambers. The sight she found her shook her to her core as a man of a slim build wearing all black mithril armor stood before her. His face was hidden behind a mask but his face was not what Kenna's eyes were focused on. Slowly tears began to run down her face as she stared at the blade that the fresh blood of her guards trickled off of. Her guard were dead. She had no weapon to defend herself. Davina was gone. She was going to die.

She did the only thing she could think to do and she ran. Pushing the table of the food into her assassin as he lunged forward she screamed as she ran for the door that lead to Davina's chambers. Opening and shutting the door she locked it as slowly backed away. The sound of the man attempting to kick down the door startled her and cause her trip over her dress making her falling back down to the floor. It only took three solid kicks before the assassin kicked the door in pushing through it. Screaming she flipped onto her stomach and attempted to crawl away but before she could get anywhere she felt the man grab a fist full of her hair and yank her backwards. Pulling her up by her hair till she was on her knees screaming and crying he plunged the blade into her stomach and pushed her to the ground. She could feel the warmth of the blood living her blood she slowly flipped unto her back. She closed her eyes as she knew what was coming next as the held the blade up to the sky.


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Just as he was about to end it Davina in her wolf form came bursting into the room in a lightening speed. Tackling the man to the ground he struggled underneath her as she locked onto the man's neck and ripped out his throat. Marcellus who had come in when Davina did was knelt down beside Kenna when Davina looked up from the dead man beneath her. Without any hesitation Marcellus bit into his wrist and place his opened wound to Kenna's mouth. Letting his vampire blood drip into her mouth his blood coursed through her veins. It would take some time but Kenna would survive this attempted assassination.

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As The Harbinger neared Jon was grateful Lord Umber had offered to do the rowing this time. Jon was not a weak man by any means but watching the ease at which the powerful Great Jon rowed the tiny boat through the waves was impressive. It was as if the waves were pushing toward The Harbinger instead of away from it so strong was Lord Umber. Looking to the ship in the distance Jon could make out the sentries and crewman aboard who had already spotted their tiny boat. The call had gone out and they prepared for their docking. Jon turned to the Captain who already seemed to liven right up as she neared her vessel. It was as if the ship was a part of her and just being close to it gave her a strength to match even Ajax's might.

It was Ajax Jon saw first, the mountain of a man towering over everyone else was clearly visible on deck. Beside him was Da'Karro, only recognizable due to that arm gauntlet he wore. The metal reflected the failing sunlight and almost shined. As they came up beside the boat the pirates were scurrying on the deck of the ship to lower a rope ladder down and secure the dingy. The Captain was the first up, ascending the swaying rope ladder with ease. The giant Lord Umber came next, he struggled somewhat on the small wooden slats used for hand and footholds but managed to get his large frame aboard the vessel. Jon came up last after securing the mooring lines for the crewmen. He climbed up the ladder and mantled the railing without much trouble.

The Captain instantly seemed to toss herself into her duties, barking orders and dealing with whatever fresh nautical news transpired during her short absence. The Great Jon scanned the deck warily, the big man was not a fan of pirates but remained calm as Jon had instructed. Jon caught eyes with the big king of Salamis. Jon couldn't help but smile at seeing him. Ajax was close becoming a good friend.

"Ajax,"

Jon said in warm greeting as he approached and extended his hand.

"anything exciting happen while we were gone?"

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Da'Karro endured the giants cold response and continued to the deck, he had more important things to think about than the opinion of kings to whom he held no allegiance. The Captains boat approached and a rope ladder was thrown off the side for them to climb up. The boat contained both the Captain and Jon, and another man Da'Karro didnt recognise, large and broad, he was clearly a northman but who Da'Karro had no idea. He was probably part of this resistance Jon spoke of finding and leading to victory over the Khalidorans.
Da'Karro thought he was an idiot.
The Khalidorans had crushed the north when they had had the full might of their armies, now they were scattered and few and they believed they could throw out the invaders. No, the only way that Jon was reclaiming the north was by bringing more armies with him, probably Ajax's or the white haired womans armies. At best the remaining Northern warriors could be a nuisance, raiding and disrupting, but in no way removing the khalidoran threat. Da'Karro had been born in Khalidor, he knew the kind of men bred by starvation, brutality and sheer indomitable willpower, they would not leave until every last one of them was dead. They were hardier, shrewder and willing to do anything to see victory.
And Jon thought they could pester them to death. The Khlidorans would kill every native in the north and rule their bones before giving up the nation.
"Ajax" Jon said smiling while Da'Karro looked on from the Keel, "Anything exciting happen while we were gone?"
Da'Karro was starting to find Jons blind optimism exceedingly grating.

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Robyn , as soon as she were on board, she was bombarded with news and information on the ship but neither of which was what she wanted to hear, which meant there was no change in Casey's conditioned. She kept it from her face though as she give orders, Da'Karro was speaking with the large man, Ajax is memory served as well and Jon and Lord Umber, soand so she left him to it. "Captain, all the gunpowder's been replaced, the hull's been cleaned, so much so that we can move about two, three naughts faster." Rathman was saying and Robyn nodded. "Good to know, We'll be taking on more men soon, what about the other ship?" She asked him " We're still clearing it but it seems not to have taken much damaged-"

Sudden a blood curdling hollar came from the storeroom Casey was being treated in.

Suffice it to say, Robyn was no longer with Rathman.


Image Tenanye has been checking over Casey when suddenly, his heart stopped. Her eyes went wide and she urged her Fae to assist. She pumped his heart through his chest, breathed into his chest and repeated over and over until finally his heart pumped on his own. Tenanye was breathing heavily. while Walker watched in horror. He really didn't know what was happening, his experience was limited to amputation and patching up minor wounds and removing bullets, this was something else entirely. He looked at Tenanye who, in his eyes just brought a man back from the dead, with awe. " You are a Goddess," He said, " No, I am Fae." She said not really getting the compliment.
"Walker, He needs a blood transfusion." She told him.
" A what?"
" I can't clean the blood, the infection went to his heart, it's infected the source, so I have to remove all the tainted blood and start a new." She said and Walker looked at her.
"Where do we get fresh blood?" He asked,
"I'll have to use mine."
"Fae blood?" one of her Fae spoke, a male, Obsidian. "Yes, I told her I would save him, and so I will,"
"But Milady."
"We don't have time for this, prep him." She ordered and The Fae man nodded and grabbed Casey's arm. Tenanye, wrapped a thread around her arm, as the Fae did with Casey, Tenanye used her other hand, and created three long cylinders. " Mr. Walker, I need a bucket, a large one." She said and he nodded and found one rather quickly, thankfully they were in the storeroom, where cleaning supplies were abundant. She told him where to set it and so the procedure began.

Tenanye slice a nice size slash across her arm, and fed the tube inside, Obsidian did the same with Casey, though he added a second tube to his other arm, and fed the one with Tenanye's blood into his arm. Tenanye closed her eyes and focused. Her blood began to filling the tubing and drifted into Casey's arm, while his blood poured out in the buckets. to which the Fae had to replaced multiple times. It was all a waiting game now, and Tenanye began to meditate.

Suddenly, the tube was ripped from her arm, and a loud holler bellowed out from behind her.
"What the hell?!" Robyn asked from the doorway, " Walker, Keep her back!" Tenanye ordered, Walker didn't know what to do.
"What?"
"Do It!
Image"Touch me, You will never use that hand again." Robyn warned but stood outside with Walker, thankfully, her eyes hadn't adjusted to the changing of light, so she couldn't quite see William Casey, was standing, his eyes all black, like Tenanye's were in Fae form. "I can't see!" He barked, stumbling back against the wall Tenanye turned to him. "Enhance your calm, You are safe." She said, her voice was calm and soft as she held the cut in her arm. "Who are you!? Where am I?! Why can't I see!?" He asked in a panic. " I am Queen Tenanye, you are aboard the Harbinger, and your sight has not yet returned." She said. "Te...nan..ye?" He said softly, calmed down some, Tenanye approached him with care, she took his hand and he suddenly wrapped his large frame around her. Like a child would his mother. "What happened to me?" He asked, "You died, but you're here now." She said and held his head against her chest. "Are you a God?" He asked. Tenanye merely smiled down at him. " No, Your Godmother, perhaps, but no I am not a God." She said softly. "There are people waiting for you," She said with a smile, and he looked up at her, his eyes shifting back to the bright blue they once were. " Robyn," He said and She smiled. " Yes, Robyn, she waits for you."
Robyn stood outside the door, her eyebrow arched, her jaw set as if she were mere moments from punching someone in the face. Walker stood on the opposite end of the doorway, just in case the mood should arise. It was annoying and felt like an eternity when Tenanye walked out with.." Will..." Robyn breathed but will seemed not to noticed her, he saw Walker first looked at him, and they exchanged odd looks ImageThen Casey received a tap on the shoulder from Tenanye, the large men looked over at her and then found Robyn looking at him. She couldn't moved, she couldn't believe he was standing. It was as if the entire ship fell silent. "Robyn...?" He broke the silence walking up to her. " That's Captain to you." She said but her voice wasn't as strong as when it usually was. The two looked at each other and Robyn noticed the crowd of onlookers.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr. Casey." She said, snapping her emotions the back of her mind. Casey just smirked. " Good to be back, Captain." He said with a nod and the rest of the crew cheered and surrounded him, patting him on the back while Robyn stood behind them with a small barely visible smile on her face.

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The scream from below deck was audible to anyone on the ship, and Da'Karro was one of the few who did not rush to find its source. He already knew where it was coming from. Casey was dying.
He tried his hardest to maintain order even as the Captain rushed off below to see to her friend. Caseys life was in Ishkas and Tenanyes hands, the whole crew rushing to see the commotion would do the man no good.
"Back to your posts!" He bellowed across the boat, "The first man I see abandoning his post I will learn what it is to live without a cock!"
Reluctantly the crewmen on deck returned to their duties but Da'Karro knew anyone below decks would ignore his order. The Captain was gone and Da'Karro hoped that she wouldn't have to watch Casey die, he wasn't sure what would happen. The assorted nobles seemed to be just milling about by the railing, unsure of how to react to the unfolding events. "Damnit," Da'Karro thought rubbing the bridge of his nose, "When the fuck did my job go from killing people to dealing with dignitaries?"
"Jon!" he called out to the group, "If you and your friends are so insistent on being useless can you please go and be useless in the Captains cabin where I don't have to deal with you. I have enough problems trying to run this ship single fucking handedly."

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Down in the Kitchen Scarlet had finished making the little moon cake for Amelia and her mead. "You know, I've made this for Jon for years I have never had a glass myself." She said, "I mean I've tasted it plenty but I've never had a full glass." She said and Imagethought back to the horrible day in Flea Bottom, when she had rum hoping to forget the horrible things she saw Da'Karro perform when he was angry. She loved him dearly but that day still gives her terrible chills. "Jon loves it, though so it must be good." She said. with a shrugged, and leaned against the table, waiting for Amelia to drink, Amelia hesitated some, telling her that she'd never had anything beyond wine. "Well, Let's both try it then" She said and pour herself a glass.
"Cheers!" She said and tapped Amelia's glass.

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Amelia smiled and thanked Clara as she sat down the little moon cake before her. "You know, I've made this for Jon for years I have never had a glass myself. I mean I've tasted it plenty but I've never had a full glass." Clara spoke as Amelia held the cake to her mouth and took a bite. The moon cake was delicious and it was clear the Jon had been right when he said his cousin was a good cook. She continued eating the little cake as Clara continued to speak. "Jon loves it, though so it must be good." She said with a shrugged, as she leaned against the table, waiting for Amelia lift her untouched drink.

Her moon cake now gone she stared at the glass hesitantly. "Wine is the only beverage of this assortment that I have ever tasted. While I do not doubt Jon's good taste I will admit I am a bit hesitate to taste this." She spoke eyeing the liquid in her glass. "Well, Let's both try it then" She looked up to see Clare pouring herself a glass. "Cheers!", the girl said as the two tapped glasses, "Cheers!".


Several hours later ...

The mead was now no more as Amelia downed the last bit in her glass. She had lost all concept of time as she and Clara had drunken glass after glass of the strong alcoholic beverage. Amelia no longer felt worried and cared that she was aboard a ship full of pirates. She was drunker than drunk and her vision was somewhat blurry and her words slurred. She and Clara had spent the past hours drinking together and talking about everything under the sun. The more they drank they more the walls fell and the deeper the conversations became.

A scream sounded throughout the ship that made Ghost ears shoot up and Amelia jumped. "I think your ship is haunted." Amelia said nervously as her eyes glanced around before she bursted out laughing. Nothing funny had been said but she couldn't help herself. It a took a moment or so before her laughter settled and she looked at Clare. "We should ... should ... um .. go. Yeah we should go .. up top and .. and .. see what's going on." She said as she pushed herself up out of her seat. Getting up to fast she had to hold onto her table for a minute before she reach out taking hold of Clara's wrist and pulling her out of the kitchen with her. Ghost followed behind them.

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"Back to your posts!"

He bellowed across the boat,

"The first man I see abandoning his post I will learn what it is to live without a cock!"

The two North Men turned to the sound of Da'Karro's barking. He bellowed at the crew, slinging threats as easily as an archer looses arrows. Jon sighed as he watched him. Lord Umber seemed to take note as well and folded his thick, meaty arms across his broad chest as he watched the man with a chuckle.

"Well ain't he just a bit of sunshine?..."

The Great Jon mused. Jon grunted in displeasure.

"He commands through fear and intimation, that is no way to lead men."

Lord Umber shrugged indifferent.

"Fear has it's uses."

"In the short term but a good ruler rules through loyalty not abuse. That's what Wanhope does and look what he's sown from his fields of brutality. A whole country that wants him dead and more enemies than he can count."

"Who is he anyway?"

Jon sighed again, this time his concern for his cousin coming to the forefront of his mind after the comparison between Da'Karro and Wanhope.

"His name is Da'Karro Misantri. He's the captains first mate and... well he's courting Clara."

Lord Umber turned around in surprise but the smile was already spreading.

"Clara? Shes alive? She's here."

It was only then that Jon realized he'd never told Lord Umber that his cousin had survived Winterfell. The Great Jon had always been kind to Clara, looking after her when he could like a grizzly old uncle. It was Lord Umber whom Jon was going to take Clara to in order to hide her from her betrothal. She would have been safe in Last Hearth with the fierce men of House Umber protecting her. Jon smiled, pleased to share some good news for once.

"Aye, she's here."

"How did she make it out of Winterfell?"

"The captain saved her."

The Great Jon turned to look where Captain Robyn Sheva had exited down to the lower decks. He took a moment in thought before uttering another word.

"A friend you say?.... I may have been wrong about h-"

Before he could finish he was cut off by the snarling first mate of the Harbinger.

"Jon!"

he called out to the group,

"If you and your friends are so insistent on being useless can you please go and be useless in the Captains cabin where I don't have to deal with you. I have enough problems trying to run this ship single fucking handedly."

The Great Jon turned back to look at Da'Karro incredulously, even Jon shot Da'Karro a baleful stare.

"That boy touched? He does know you're not a member of the crew to be ordered about."

Jon sighed for a third time, Da'Karro was quickly becoming taxing to his resolve.

"He knows, he just doesn't care."

That's when the giggling came bubbling up from the lower decks. Jon, Lord Umber and Ajax all turned to hear girlish laughing come from the stairs as Clara and Amelia stumbled out onto the deck full of gleeful laughter.

"What's this now?..."

Jon said with almost a groan. Clara headed straight for Da'Karro whom she threw herself at and pinched his cheeks.

"Why are you always so grumpy, Handsome?"

She asked with a playful frown. She laughed hard and dropped her hands.

"Sorry, I think I'm a little drunk. Queen Amelia is the best ever!"

Jon approached from behind, hoping to rescue Da'Karro from his inebriated cousin with a soft word and a gentle hand.

"Clara.."

She wheeled on him and smacked him in the shoulder.

"Oh! Sorry Pup!"

She said and damn near knocked him over as she hugged him around the waist.

"I know a secret~!"

She sang.

"But I can't say it now. Not here, with all the pirates"

Jon gave her an appeasing smile as he untangled her arms from around his waist and helped her stand on her own, wobbly as she was.

"Clara, you're drunk. Why don't you come with me and I'll take you to your roo-"

Jon stopped short as he heard someone behind him stumble. He whipped around just in time to catch Amelia as she fell. Cradling her in his arms he could no longer take Clara as well. His eyes flicked to Da'Karro and Jon grimaced.

"Da'Karro, if you're not too busy barking at the captains men and ordering about the captains guests could you get my cousin to bed before she hurts herself?"

Jon asked with a harsh tone as he hefted the feather light Amelia into his arms.

"Lord Umber, you know anything about ships?"

The big man grinned.

"Do I? One of my bastards was fathered with a fishermans daughter. Spent half a season on a vessel not much smaller than this."

"Good, see what you can do about helping the men till Da'Karro comes back."

"Aye, your Grace."

Lord Umber said before he turned and marched over to the men.

"Alright you lot, let's see if we can get this ship ready and sailing, before Sunshine comes up with anything more creative than missing members."

With the ship looked after and his cousin in the arms of her lover Jon took Amelia down stairs. Jon passed by a growing crowd around the sick man, now on his feet. Jon was pleased to see Queen Tenanye was able to save him. Jon descended into the belly of the ship where the crew and guest quarters were. Jon had taken note of where Amelia's room was before he'd left for White Harbor, it was there that he'd told her about his decision to go in the first place. As he carried her Amelia continued to mumble and laugh much as she had on the deck. What few questions or comments she'd posed to him he'd answered as simply as he could to avoid any further questioning.

"Alright, here we are."

Jon said as he pushed open the door to her room with his back. Once he had Amelia began to wriggle in his arms a bit making it difficult to hold her.

"Amelia, Am-Amelia stop moving. I can't, gods..., I can't hold you if you don't stay still-"

Her dangling leg tripped up Jon's own and he tumbled forward. Fortunately they were near the bed and their landing was soft.

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"Clara, you're drunk. Why don't you come with me and I'll take you to your roo-"
Scarlet snorted behind her hand as Amelia knocked into him. Her cheeks were red, and her vision was all but gone and she couldn't stop herself from laughing.
"Da'Karro, if you're not too busy barking at the captains men and ordering about the captains guests could you get my cousin to bed before she hurts herself?" Jon told him, harshly and Scarlet's huffed. " Don't be so mean." She said with pout, but Jon just simply lifted Amelia into his arms.

"Lord Umber, you know anything about ships?" Jon said and Scarlet looked over at the large man as he and Jon spoke, blinked a few times and a large grin smeared across her face, sobering her up some. " UMBER BEAR!" She squealed with delight, her excited shriek was literally loud enough to give everyone a mild headache, thankfully, Amelia and Jon had already shuffled off down to the lower deck. Scarlet then pulled herself from Da'Karro and wrapped her arms around the large man. "You were supposed to look after me, remember?" She asked, though she knew he probably did, but at this point, she was so drunk, logic was all but gone.
"Someone's loaded off the gunwalls..." The Captain said, causing Scarlet to frowned. " I don't know that means." she said with huff.
"It means your drunk, Miss Scarlet," Another voice brought her back to her sense. She turned to see the towering Mr. Casey standing beside the Captain. "CASEY!" She squealed causing them all to wince. She grinned even wider now, sobering up at the two shocking sights before her. She hugged Casey who in turned hugged her back. " Hey there" He said ruffling her hair a bit. "You're alright now?"
" Never better." Casey grinned and Scarlet beamed. She knew there was a war, and a lot of people had died, members of her own family but she still couldn't help her happiness that all of the people who cared for her, were in the same place. It made her head spin, "Whoa... dizzy." She said and teetered against Da'Karro, holding on for balance.

"You've alot to catch up on, Mr. Casey, Da'Karro, do you mind, briefing him on the days events, while I discuss some things with the royals? After you deal with this one," The Captain asked but it really wasn't a question, more of an order disguised as a question.
Casey smiled over at Scarlet as she held on to Da'Karro but frowned some when the Captain's words struck him. "Royals?"
"It's been a long day." was the Captain's reply.

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Scarlets sudden appearance at Da'Karros waist was an unexpected but pleasant surprise, the realisation she was absolutely floored was not, "Why are you always so grumpy, Handsome?" she asked playfully, "Sorry, I think I'm a little drunk. Queen Amelia is the best ever!"
Jon appeared at Da'Karros shoulder, clearly eager to get his inebriated cousin somewhere where she couldn't hurt herself, "Clara.."
Suddenly Jon bore the brunt of her drunkenness and as she wheeled around she nearly backhanded him across the face, "Oh! Sorry Pup!" She cried, falling into his arms, "I know a secret~!" she sang merrily, before her voice dropped to a loud, utterly conspicuous whisper, "But I can't say it now. Not here, with all the pirates"
"Clara, you're drunk. Why don't you come with me and I'll take you to your roo-" Jon attempted before the white haired woman, in a very unqueenly manner, proceeded to teeter and fall. Jon managed to catch her barely but she was all but limp in his arms. He seemed to weigh up his options before reluctantly turning to Da'Karro, "Da'Karro, if you're not too busy barking at the captains men and ordering about the captains guests could you get my cousin to bed before she hurts herself?"
Da'Karro scowled but held up the still giggling Scarlet none the less, "They're mine to bark at Stark, and while you're on the Captains ship, youll follow the orders I give you."
Jon ignored him and turned to the bear of a man behind him, "Lord Umber, you know anything about ships?"
The bear smiled and agreed, saying something with such a thick northern accent Da'Karro could barely make out the words. Something about bastards and fish.
Scarlet however clearly recognised the bear, and rushed over to him, "UMBER BEAR!" She squealed loudly, detaching herself form Da'Karro and stumblingly careened into the big mans arms. "You were supposed to look after me, remember?" She slurred, her voice muffled by the mans thick furs.
A voice from behind Da'Karro broke the reverie, "Someone's loaded off the gunwalls..." Robyn said, appearing from out of the blue. "I don't know that means." Scarlet said with a huff, still clinging to the bear.
"It means your drunk, Miss Scarlet," Said another voice that Da'Karro had most certainly not been expecting,
"CASEY!" She squealed again flying off the bear and into Casey now, who teetered himself from the force of her embrace.
"Hey there," He said, scruffing her hair with a free hand, "You're alright now?"
"Never better." She said, and Casey smiled that big lovable puppy dog smile of his, Scarlet pulled back to look at him but the Alcohol was still rife in her system and she teetered, Da'Karro quickly holding her arm so she could balance, "Whoa... dizzy."
"You've alot to catch up on, Mr. Casey," Robyn said with a coldness Da'Karro knew was just for show, "Da'Karro, do you mind briefing him on the days events, while I discuss some things with the royals? After you deal with this one,"
"Royals?" Casey asked with confusion, apparently noticing the strangers for the first time.
"It's been a long day." Robyn replied dryly.
Da'Karro looked over the freshly healed casey, he was still pale but otherwise looked healthy, clearly whatever the Spider Queen had done had been effective, "Welcome back to the Land of the living Casey. Long story short, we are assisting these nobles with their campaign to liberate the north. We lost a lot of men in your absence and are in the process of acquiring more. We have a Jon Stark on board who is Scarlets cousin and the rightful king in the north. You have been healed by a Fae and we are currently balls deep in enemy territory, any questions? No? Good."
Da'Karro lifted Scarlet into his arms and made his way below decks.
"Ishka damnit, today has just been one damn thing after the other."

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Scarlet let off a squeal as she was suddenly lifted off of the ground. She didn't realized was being lifted by Da'Karro until his harms want under her legs and carried her bridal style. She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss to his cheek. " Don't be grumpy," She said and lay her head in between his shoulder and neck. "I like it better when you smile, it makes me happy." She said and was asleep before he could make it to her little cabin in the kitchen.

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"Welcome back to the Land of the living Casey. Long story short, we are assisting these nobles with their campaign to liberate the north. We lost a lot of men in your absence and are in the process of acquiring more. We have a Jon Stark on board who is Scarlets cousin and the rightful king in the north. You have been healed by a Fae and we are currently balls deep in enemy territory, any questions? No? Good."
Casey stood there, mouth agape. Robyn just rolled her eyes. " Lord Umber, we need to discuss the terms, I suppose we wait until the drunken queen sobers up." She said and it was then Tenanye walked over, Casey noticed her before anyone else did. " Milady, You look ill?" He said, and Robyn looked at him oddly as he was incredibly concerned with her safety suddenly and not only that he called her Milady?
"I'm fine, Just a little weak, I used alot of magic today and it's just taken a bit of a toll." She said. "I just need rest." She told him and he looked as if he'd carry her himself but she stopped him. " Stay with your, Captain, Obsidian will help me." She told him and the male fae nodded and helped the Spider Queen onto one of the guest cabins. "Milady?" Robyn said and rolled her yes again. " We'll continue our talks later, for now everyone seems to need to rest."
"Not me." Casey added, trying to lighten the mood, but that did nothing but make her huff and she walked away toward her cabin.
Casey nodded to the large men to whom he hadn't met yet. "Excuse me..err make yourselves comfortable." He said quickly and followed after her.

"Captain?" He said after rapping on the door but she didn't answer. He dropped his head. She was not happy and he really didn't know why. Da'Karro might know

So he decided he'd ask him, he made his was down to the lower decks and peeked into the Kitchen to see Da'Karro coming out of the small cabin behind the wall.

"Hey." He said. "Thanks for um, handling things while I was out." He said with a nod. "Couldn't have been easy, especially with the Captain..." He said looking down as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded. He looked up at him with a slight frown " How was she?"