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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

Description

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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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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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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander
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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?"

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Her view of the people around her was all a blur and as she attempted to take a sit forward she stumbled falling into the arms of Jon. She could hear him speaking words but none registered in her head for her to know what he was saying. As he lifted her into his strong arms she laid her head against his chest as he continued to speak. Before she knew it the the rays of light from the setting sun were behind her and she was once again below deck.

"Alright, here we are."

Jon could hear Jon say as he pushed open the door to her room with his back. Once inside the room she began to wriggle in his arms.

"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 they went tumbling forward. Fortunately for them both they were near her bed when they fell and their landing was soft. As she opened her eyes they connected with the dark almost black looking ones that stared back at her. "I am glad you are okay Jon." she said in a moment of sobriety. She had been gravely worried that the last time they were in this room was the last time she would see him. While this didn't make her trust the pirate captain any more or less she was just happy to have him back with her.

Her eyes were becoming heavy as with Jon back her mind was at ease and her body now craved rest. "Stay with here with me Jon." Was all she managed to say as she laid back in the bed and was suddenly sound asleep.

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Jon lay there, with Amelia beneath him. Her eyes of emerald looking into his of obsidian and her body intermingled with his own. For a moment, a fleeting moment they focused and the drunken haze vanished. She was coherent and completely in the moment. He could see the joy in her eyes and the desire as he looked at her. The same desire he looked at her with so often but refused to admit was there.

"I am glad you are okay Jon."

She said softly, barley more than a breathy whisper. Little more was needed so close were they. He could almost feel his blood warm and his heart beat quicken at the sound of her voice. She had been concerned when he'd left for White Harbor, that much was plain but the level of which had been a mystery to him till now. He figured she merely thought he was making another foolish decision as he had that night in the court yard of Kenna's castle. Yet the utter sincerity in her words spoke of a different cause for her concern. Perhaps the feelings he had developed for her were not as one sided as he'd previously thought.

He wanted to say something, anything but his mind was blank. He was never one with words, not like his brothers. Brandon would have said something bold and sly that would bring a smile to her face. Edric would have said something charming and roguish to make her blush. Jon however said nothing, he knew no words to give voice to what he felt. He merely reached out a hand and gently caressed her face, moving some of her alluring silver locks out of her face with the motion. She did not recoil from his hand, in fact she seemed to enjoy it. His touch soothed her and seemed to calm her immensely.

"Stay here with me Jon."

She said with eyes, heavy with sleep. Her eyelids flicked open and closed slowly as sleep took her but her hands had worked their way around his arm. Jon did not move for a few moments, uncertainty plaguing him as it so often did but for the first time the boy that Jon had once been vanished completely, given to rest like so many souls in Winterfell and the man took his place. Jon leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead softly as she slept.

"I"ll never leave you, I promise."

Jon pulled back and rolled over to lay beside her. He took her in his arms and rested her head on his chest. Jon stared at the ceiling of the room for a moment before he too closed his eyes, with Amelia Targaryen in his arms he was content and he was happy. Jon Stark still had a war to fight and a family to avenge but for one night, for one precious night he was merely a man who held the woman who held his heart in his arms.

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The ship had gone quiet, as morning finally rose on the shores of the North. Most of the passengers had taken to thier respective cabins for rest, and a few lingering early rising members of the crew busied themselves with cards or friendly gambling, Casey and Da'Karro had moved their conversation to the top deck, neither needing much sleep which was odd for Casey. Lord Umber stood protectively outside the cabin where Jon and Amelia rested, to keep an eye on the new king of the North. The Captain sat in her cabin as well, memorizing the map of the North for the upcoming siege.

Down in the Kitchen, the peacefully sleeping Scarlet rose from her bed, her eyes half lidded, her feet bare as she padded across the wooden floor and up to the top deck. She had a small frown on her face as she ran up the stairs quickly and to the top deck, Her footfalls were light and she was barely heard as she passed the conversing men that leaned over the bow, facing the water. She was always light on her feet, it is how she got the nickname Clara Underfoot in the first place.

She had begun to climb the crows nest. "Leave me alone!" She cried out. " I don't belong to you!" She said, "I don't belong to anyone!" She screamed out, waking the whole ship.

Robyn came out of her cabin and gasped. " Not again." She started to climb but Scarlet stopped her. " Don't come any closer, I'll jump." She said warned and climbed to the edge of the crow's nest. Robyn froze. Casey and Da'Karro rushed over too. "She's at it again but I think she is mildly aware of us, if we get close, she'll jump." She warned and scanned the ship trying to figure out what to do next.

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Casey nodded as Da'Karro gave him the brief of what had happened, "So she agreed to use magic to save me, and now she's giving me the cold shoulder-" He paused and Da'Karro gave up his search for food and looked up at the first mate, "Wait...You were down too? I saw, you were shot, right through the chest, did Lady Tenanye save you too?"
"Ah," Da'Karro said, remembering Casey had been unconscious since the events of the Lobos, "No... I... this will take a while to explain, lets go upstairs." He walked out of the Kitchen and Casey followed suit behind him.
"Yes I was shot, and stabbed, much in a similar way to you, but my wounds..." He touched the place on his abdomen, feeling the absence of a scar even more than if there had been one present, "Healed."
They walked out onto the deck and continued on to the Keel, "I dont know How to explain it, if I could, I would say Ishka saved me but truly I do not know. one minute I was dying, then... I wasnt." He looked at Casey and and smirked, "The Captain was less than amused with my miraculous recovery and your looming death, but that was no matter. Either way, I am healed, you are healed, we are all-"
"Leave me alone!" Cried a voice Da'Karro knew all too well " I don't belong to you! I don't belong to anyone!" Scarlet screamed waking the whole ship as she climbed the rigging towards the crows nest.
"Damnit!" Da'Karro said, leaping the railing from the keel to the main deck, nearly landing on the Captain as she exited her cabin.
"Not again." Robyn exclaimed before making for the rigging.
"Don't come any closer, I'll jump." Scarlet cried, reaching the edge of the crows nest and standing precariously on its edge.
"She's at it again but I think she is mildly aware of us, if we get close, she'll jump." Robyn said, frantically trying to think of a plan.
"Casey!" Da'Karro said, probably the first time he had ever given the first mate an order, "Go find Tenanye, she might be able to use her magic in some way." He tore off his gauntlet and embedded his sword in the deck, "Robyn, if she jumps ill break her fall, im the least likely to die from my injuries, you go see if you can get her down without her jumping, AND SOMEONE GO FIND JON!"

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Jon walked through the godswood alone, the fresh snow crunched under his boots with each step. Winter had only just begun to arrive and the first of the snow falls coated the world in a thin white sheet of pristine beauty. The white trunks of the weirwood trees almost seemed to vanish in the snow if it were not for the faces carved into them. With the white back ground and the white trunks the faces almost appeared to float on their own, watching The King of The North as he moved through the wood. Each breath Jon took came out in puffs of vapor in the cold winter air. Jon was looking for something but what, he wasn't yet certain.

Finally he heard it, the sound of his guide through these dreams so often.
ImageThe caw of the three eyed raven drew his attention to a single tree standing before the entrance to a forest clearing. Jon followed the raven and walked past the tree into the where the godswood opened up. The clearing was large and circular in shape. In it's center slept a massive scaled beast. Jon moved toward and discovered it to be a dragon, larger than any he could imagine. It's scales were black and red, not so different from Drogon if the beast were not so huge. The dragon slept, curled with his tail encircling it's body. Jon stepped near it and could see there was something else behind the wall of dragon scales. An infant child, swaddled in cloth of grey and cloth of black and red. The child's hair was deep and dark as the night sky with eyes like shining emeralds. It cooed for a moment before falling asleep. It slept soundly within the protective circle of the slumbering dragon and at the child's feet slept yet another creature, a young dire wolf pup no more than a few months old.

"Shh... he's sleeping."

Jon whipped around with a start to find Amelia standing there. She smiled at him lovingly and kissed him before turning him back around to look at the baby. She slid her arms around him before pressing her head to his back. She looked at the child with a mothers love as Jon did so in awe.


The rays of the morning sun touched Jon's face causing his eyes to slowly blink open. He grunted softly as he shifted in bed, it was only then he realized he wasn't alone. Almost in surprise his eyes looked down to find Amelia curled up in his arms. His mind, still clouded with sleep, took a moment to adjust to the reality of last nights events. The drinking, carrying her to her room, the fall and her request.

"Stay here with me Jon."

Her voice echoed in his mind and brought a smile to his face. Content was not a sufficient word to describe his feeling. He layed there, with Amelia fast asleep on his chest and nothing else mattered. Not the war, not Wanhope, not whatever in seven hells was going on above deck that was causing so much noise. In the bowels of the ship Jon could barely hear what was going on but he could hear foot steps, running and muted shouting. It wasn't a battle, that much was sure. Battles were louder but something was happening none the less. After trying his best to ignore the commotion he resigned himself to find out what was going on. Reluctantly he untangled himself from Amelia's arms and rested her head back down on the pillows of the bed. He covered her with a blanket before he set to find his boots which he'd kicked off last night. Once he located them he sat on a chair next to the bed to slip them on. As he did she awoke.

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Jon smiled as her eyes met his. He wanted to kiss her. He'd never wanted anything more in his entire life but he settled with words.

"Good morning."

Was all he said before the banging started.

"Your Grace!"

The voice was that of The Great Jon's that much was certain. Lord Umber was pounding on the door urgently.

"Your Grace! Jon!"

The Great Jon burst through the door with his hand up shielding his eyes from whatever sight may lay on the other side. Jon and Amelia both sprang up in surprise, Jon protectively nearly shot out of the chair in a single leap as his hand reached for his sword belt.

"Apologies my king, I know you're not alone but you're needed at once."

"It's alright Lord Umber, we are decent. What is it?" Jon asked impatiently as he strapped Longclaw to his hip.

The Great Jon hesitantly lowered his hand from his face. The big man's eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room and focused on Amelia and Jon. For a moment he looked almost surprised they were indeed both fully clothed.

"It's Clara, shes climbed into the crows nest and is threatening to jump. I don't... I don't think she's well. It's as if she doesn't know where she is."

The worry in the big man's face was evident. Lord Umber had always cared for Clara like a child of his own or a little sister. Jon cast a quick look back at Amelia who still lay in bed. He looked at her in concern as if by chance she could make sense of all this. Why would Clara try to kill herself, what was happening to her? She had never attempted anything like this before, no matter how horrid things got at home.

"I'm going to get her down, I'll be back."

Jon stated boldly before turning and rushing out of the room. He was up the stairs and on the deck in what seemed like seconds. Around the mast that held the cat walk a small crowd had gathered looking up at the troubled Stark girl. Just as Lord Umber had said Clara had climbed into the crows nest and stood at the edge, primed to leap to the hard deck below. The fall would surely kill her and no one dared get too close to the ladder to climb up after her for fear she'd jump. Jon pushed his way through the crowd with the help of the massive Lord Umber and rushed to the captains side. Da'Karro was there as well, along with Mr. Casey, the captain wounded man on the mend.

"Captain! What is going on? What's wrong with her?"

He asked in worry as he reached Robyn.

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Jon nodded saying not a word. All his focus was on his cousin, Clara who teetered precariously on the edge of the cat walk, ready to leap out into the open air at a moments notice. Jon reached the beam that led to where she stood and grabbed hold of the metal rungs. He hoisted himself up and began the climb. Each step replayed the captains words in his head.

"She sleep walks."

New behavior for Clara. He'd never known her to sleep walk before. He'd spent countless nights in New Castle just as she had spent countless nights in Winterfell and not once did he ever remember her wandering off in a daze.

"She's been doing so since she's boarded the ship, everytime, she's tried to hurt herself."

So this has happened before. How many times was a mystery but she'd never told him. To hear Clara tell it her time aboard the Harbinger was a grand vacation compared to growing up in White Harbor. Yet the truth was anything but. She had been giving into sleepless trances that pose her harm. Worse was that none of his new friends said not a word about it. Da'Karro was no surprise, the man hated Jon as far as he could tell. The Captain however stung a bit more. He had vouched for her with Lord Umber, he'd trusted her and she kept this from him. He knew he had no reason to be cross with her, she was no doubt trying to keep him from worrying but it didn't make him feel any less lied to.

"Right now it seems that she only sees this Count person, in all of us."

Count Reginald Blackwood, Clara's betrothed and the man who Jon nearly freed of all his teeth when he'd last seen him. The Count had come to Winterfell to speak with his father. Unfortunately for Count Blackwood Clara had visited days earlier and told Jon some troubling news. She'd told him how the count had been treating her, she told him of the threats and the promises of abuse to come. Jon's knuckles were bleeding by the end of it..

Jon grit his teeth and forced the thoughts of the Count and everything else out of his mind as he reached the crows nest. He took a breath and focused, he had to be perfect if he was going to save Clara. A single mistake could send her careening off the catwalk to the deck below. Jon pulled himself up, over the last rung and stepped onto the wooden crows nest. Jon was immediately aware of how high up he was. If Clara had been coherent she would have been terrified, Jon knew he was more than a bit uneasy at this height but his fear was silenced in favor of his concern for Clara.

"Clara?..."

Jon asked softly as he steadied himself on the towering height, with the wind whipping around them.

"Clara?... It's me, Jon. It's Pup."

He said, almost pleading as he extended a hand to her.

"Can you come here and talk to me Clara? Please Clara, I just want to talk."

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Jon's world seemed to slow around him as terror seized his heart. He'd failed her. He'd pushed too hard, too fast and it drove her away. Clara was going to jump and she was going to die and it was all his fault. He'd failed his brothers because he wasn't strong enough to stand beside them. He'd failed his sister because he wasn't strong enough to protect her. He'd failed his mother and he failed his father and now he'd failed Clara. He was doomed to be the Last Stark and there was not a thing he could do to stop it. He could run to her, try and grab her but he would no doubt catch only the tail of her dress as she slipped through his fingers.

"REMEMBER!"

The raven's cawing echoed in Jon's mind and it stilled his beating heart, even if it was just for a moment. It was thumping so hard it threatened to beat out of his chest but he calmed himself as best he could as he did the only thing he thought might make a difference. The only thing he'd dared to try and save her, he sang.

"Merrily we sailed along
Though the waves were plenty strong
Down the twisting river Rhine
Following a song..."

His voice was picked up in the wind, timid and afraid it was but there was a strength there. A strength he didn't have in Winterfell.

"Legend's faded storyline
Tried to warn us all
Oh, they called her "Loreley"
Careful or you'll fall..."

Jon took a careful step toward her, she had not jumped yet and his voice was growing stronger. He was not a singer by any means but the song had it's own power. A power that neither the Queen of the Fae nor the Godking Wanhope could ever fathom.

"Oh, the stories we were told
Quite a vision to behold
Mysteries of the seas in her eyes of gold...
Laying on the silver stone, such a lonely sight
Barnacles become a throne, my poor Loreley... "

Clara had taught him this song. No one knew she had but Jon and Clara. They had been alone that day when she dragged him to the beach. Jon was not someone who enjoyed attention so no one knew he had learned the tune, nor had he ever dared sing it aloud. Jon moved closer now as her eyes fell on him. Was that recollection in her face?

"Clara?..."

Jon asked tentatively, pausing finally from his singing. His emotion was thick in his throat as fear gripped him but he would not fail her. Not Clara, he would never fail his family again.

"Come now Clara Underfoot, don't make me sing alone."

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Jon surged forward. Her knees gave way and her eyes closed as her body went limp. She was on the edge of the crows nest and about to fall from the sky like a crow without wings yet she had a guardian up there with her, a wolf to watch her. He seized her with arms strengthened by brotherly love. Jon pulled her close, away from the edge. He held her for a moment, he held her close, cradling her head to his chest as he finally allowed himself to breath again. He gasped in tense breaths but he exalted in the realization that she was safe in his arms. He was so frightened she would perish but so overjoyed now that she was safe from harm.

"I've got you. I've got you Clara... I've got you."

After a moment or so he hefted Clara onto his shoulder and made for the ladder. She barely weighed anything at all so the climb shouldn't have been difficult. Only able to use one arm on the ladder made it anything but. Never the less Jon slowly made his way down to the deck of the ship with the sleeping Clara over his shoulder.

"Jon!"

Lord Umber called as Jon's boots touched the deck. The big man raced to his side and helped him set Clara down. He knelt at her side, checking her for wounds as Jon allowed himself to go to a knee as well in order to catch his breath. The climb down was taxing with one arm.

"Is she hurt?"

Jon asked after a few savory breaths.

"No, gods be good, no."

Lord Umber said gratefully as he turned to Jon.

"How did you do it lad"

The Great Jon asked almost in awe, too shocked to observe the due title of his king. Jon took a moment, unsure how to respond before he shrugged tiredly.

"We're family."

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Jon hovered over her as Clara blinked her eyes awake. He breathed a sigh of relief to see her awake and back to her old self.

"Oh no...I did it again, didn't I?"

She said sadly.

"Yes,"

Robyn said shortly.

"You are never allowed rum, or any form of alcohol ever again, do you hear me? If I even see you with an old grape, I'll have you clearing barnacles off of hull of this ship for a week. Understood."

Robyn ordered. Jon nodded in agreement, if alcohol brought on the frequency of these episodes the less she was around the stuff the better.

"What did I do this time?"

Clara asked softly.

"Ya nearly jumped from the crow's nest, Miss Scarlet, but your brother got you down."

The captain's man said as he took a knee beside Clara. As he did he gave Jon a friendly nod which Jon returned with one of his own.

"He's my cousin, Mr.Casey ."

Clara corrected.

"I know a brother when I see one."

Mr. Casey replied with a grin and a wink. Jon was taken aback at the response and looked at Clara with new eyes. Casey was right. All his life he was as a brother to her as she was a sister to him. They had siblings of their own but now, when all the other wolves were gone they had only each other and she was his sister. Not to replace the one he'd lost but to take a place that was always hers to begin with. Jon smiled, with heartfelt pride and put his hand on Clara's shoulder lovingly.

As the captain shooed everyone off to see to their respective duties Clara told Jon of how she'd dreamt of him. Of how she'd seen hundreds of Count Blackwoods and how one had even claimed to be him. He knew the truth of what she'd seen. The Count had never been here. The truth was that she had been hallucinating and mistook her friends and family as the cruel Count Reginald Blackwood. Jon could see the shame in her face as she apologized to him. She was ashamed and embarrassed but Jon would see that changed. He moved beside her and took a seat on the deck next to her. Bumping her playfully as he did as only a big brother could.

"Don't apologize Clara, you got no reason to. It wasn't your fault so you have nothing to be ashamed of."

Jon sighed tiredly and rested his forearms on his knees as he cracked her a wry smile.

"Though perhaps next time you can choose a later hour to do something dramatic. I just woke up you know."

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Braavos, a city completely surrounded by water, could such a place be taken without an actual navy? Deacon laughed at the thought. Deacon didn't need a Navy to take the city, they would simply surrender through other means. His assasin's may possibly not find their way into Braavos, many of them may fail and die. Deacon took it upon himself to send a small portion of his Shadow's to Qarth. Deacon was just about ready, Braavos was already in view. Deacon and his army took a short break outside the boarders of the city, well out of sight. Deacon and Syrus were just about ready to begin. If Deacon was correct, each city in Valyria will not be expecting an attack, they will be busy elsewhere. With 100000 men Deacon would take the city in no time, but only if they knew what he had planned.

"Ready the Ballistas around every corner of the city, make sure the men are ready to ride." Syrus nodded and went to make sure everyone was in position. A direct attack on the city would be suicide, even if Deacon had his ships they would not last a minute against Braavos, his best chance was to lure them out, and take their Ships. In his head there were two scenarios, first the Braavasi men would not take the bait, and stay in the city where they are safe from a direct assault, Deacons Ballistas would be loaded with giant arrows that will be lit on fire, the Khalidorian Meisters and Deacons own magicians will launch fire bolts at the city, they would just make the outskirts of the city, but the sudden fire from every direction would cause panic. On the other hand the soldiers will be tempted to eliminate the opposition. The second option, was of course, preferred by Deacon, unless they leave the city and bring their ships to him, they are basically unreachable. As a Northerner Deacon knew how to hide. But Braavos is not his target, Deacons forces could be out of sight in no time, will all of his War Machines he will take Qarth with ease.

"Ready my lord." Deacon nodded at Syrus and gave the command. "Fire! Light the city on fire." Deacons soldiers and Ballistas were on the shores and mountains where the City could be reached with bolts and fire, as soon as he gave the command the outskirts of Braavos roared. From the hills Deacon made sure that only the Ballistas, Magicians and Meisters were seen from Braavos. His soldiers were told to stay put away from sight. Deacon could just see the arrows hitting the outside of the city, he could see the Fire bolts crashing into whatever location, now was the time to move. Deacon unleashed a second round of chaos on the city. "Retreat!" Deacon yelled as everyone quickly turned and followed his lead away from Braavos and towards Qarth.