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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 2, 2017 4:29:40 GMT -7
Katherine watched as the camp was dismantled before her eyes and she felt glad to be leaving Harrenhal although it hadn't all been that bad especially with Jon but she would be glad to see the back of this place, she only wished that they were heading in the direction of Winterfell and not King's Landing but she didn't let that be spoken aloud because if she was doubting everything then the men would do so too and then they wouldn't get anywhere. No, she kept those thoughts to herself.
She remembered when they done this everytime they moved with Robb and to her it had felt like another journey as they headed South but now they were fighting for their freedom, they would be taking on the Queen herself and she wasn't sure just what she was feeling anymore. Neither Kat nor Jon had any sleep, what was rest of the time they had together had been spent with her in his arms. Even that didn't feel long enough especially when they knew they would be getting to King's Landing differently, they would be separated and that made her heart ache so much more.
Katherine looked down at her outfit and it was definitely different from the dress that she had been wearing the last couple days or so. No today she was dressed differently, all in black and yet she didn't know why. Her dark hair practically hid against her outfit and yet she found that she didn't mind. She heart was in her throat this morning and she was sure that at some point she was going to have to say goodbye to Sansa and to give her what she had in her hand but she found that she couldn't do it just yet, couldn't look in that girls eyes and say goodbye just in case she didn't make it back to the North.
Sansa was her sister by marriage and yet she felt more connection to her than she did her own sister but that didn't stop her from making sure that no one else got to Cersei before she did. The Queen of the Iron Throne was off limits to everyone but Katherine and yet that still didn't make her feel any better. It made her feel like she was blood thirsty because it had been one thing after another but she swears this would be the last battle, if she lived through this one then there wouldn't be anymore battles. She would live in the North with her family and let Dany run the South as she liked.
Katherine swallowed the lump in her throat before she sighed softly and reached out for her cloak that had the clasps of two direwolves and she ran her finger over them. Robb had given her this one after they had married and she never took it off. She prayed to every God out there that would listen to her, she wanted to survive this, wanted to survive it along with Jon so that they could go back to Winterfell and bring up Amelia in the very home that her father was born in. After all a Stark belonged in Winterfell.
She put her gloves on and held her head up high, none of the men should see that she was scared. Everyone got scared at one point in their lives and she was scared now because this was their bloodiest battle yet. This one would either make the North or break it completely. This would either make or break her. Either way it felt like something bad was going to happen.
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Post by Ray on Oct 2, 2017 22:18:00 GMT -7
"No," Davos replies, shaking his head slightly. He pauses to look up at Jon, one foot poised on the edge of the ship, his hand falling to rest upon his bent knee, "I think your destiny lies elsewhere."
Jon smiles faintly at his words, surprised to hear them from the likes of Ser Davos Seaworth. He's always so logical, so mindful, so honest, even to a fault. Sometimes, more so than Edric, he's the one to cut his half-thought-out ideas short, reminding him of the likelihood of dying in the process. Most of the time, Jon doesn't want to know. Most of the time, Jon really doesn't have a choice. "You believe in destiny?" He asks, a little amused.
"Not usually," Davos admits, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "But with you? Aye. Definitely. If there's any man upon this godforsaken world who has his fate written in the stars, it's you Jon Snow." Jon's smile fades a little around the edges, as Davos returns to packing his things, readying for the journey. He knows a younger him would feel honored to hear such words. His chest would fill with pride, his head with dreams, and he would have stormed the castle all on his own just to prove Davos right. And for a moment, the idea does chew at the corners of his mind needing encouragement. But only for a moment. His dark eyes lower to the water, watching as it lazily laps at the bank of the lake. And then, saying nothing, he turns away.
The camp is nearly flattened back to earth, only a few tents still standing. The Knights of the Vale are mounted upon their horses, the foot-soldiers are pulling their packs onto their backs, and Daenerys is jumping with ease from her perch on Drogon's back. Rhaegal lands heavily nearby, startling a few horses who whinny and neigh in a panic, nearly throwing their lead off his feet.
"My blood riders are ready," she says, stepping closer. Her red cape swishes in the dry wind like long flames falling from her back. "Are you?" She asks, arching a brow.
Jon wets his lips, glancing back ahead to the camp. He spies Edric leaving one of the last remaining tents.
"As I'll ever be." He sighs slightly, letting his dark eyes find Daenerys once more. Now, looking at her, he sees the few similarities they share. Their chins, their ears, that troublesome knit between their brows that never quite goes away. She smiles a little.
"He could be yours, you know." She comments, inclining her head to the side, the few strands of silver hair not tied in intricate braids sweeping to one side. "Rhaegal."
Jon's eyes flick towards the golden dragon, watching as it snaps its teeth towards the horse, scaring the hell out of the man trying to drag them away. But Drogon nips its rowdy brother, and the two squabble for a brief second. "I..." he begins, having thought of what it might be like to ride on, to soar high in the sky and look down upon the world. But he had not entertained it as a possibility. It did not seem possible. "I would not know how."
"There's not much to it," Daenerys admits, glancing back herself. "Really, it's all about holding on and hoping they go the right way." She laughs a little and Jon can't help but laugh himself, caught off-guard by the sudden joke. But Daenerys looks back to him, the smile still on her lips, perhaps not joking all that much, "I do mean it. He could be yours."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 2, 2017 23:10:04 GMT -7
She couldn't stop her hand from wanting to shake, the amount of nerves that she had going through her was making everything seem so much more worse than it probably was. Katherine wasn't sure if anyone got nervous but she was, she was so nervous that she thought about just wanting to run.
No matter how bad it looked.
Katherine knew that she would be going with Davos and Edric but that didn't make her feel any better, in fact it seemed to make it worse. Sansa would be heading back to Winterfell and she was starting to wonder if she couldn't join her at last minute but then again if she did that she would feel like seven hells when it came to knowing she could've been there but decided not to at the last minute because of nerves. She brushed her hair to the side with her hand and let it settle against her right shoulder. The only thing urging her on was making sure that she went home to Amelia.
She stepped out of her own tent, one of the only few left standing and took a deep breath, hoping that it will clear her mind but it seemed not too so she exhaled and shook her head slightly. Katherine looked around at everything and now it looked like no one had been here at all and that was a good thing because then people wouldn't know they had been there.. she thought that sentence over and realised it didn't make sense but because she hadn't said it then it really didn't matter just what she had thought right there and then.
Katherine looked down in the direction of Sansa's tent and saw that Edric had been emerging from it and she pushed her eyebrows together and honestly hadn't thought that the two of them were that close. She pushed that thought away for a moment because she couldn't get sidetracked on anything today, even if she wanted to think about everything other than this battle. Did she regret saying yes to it? She wasn't sure but if they hadn't then she feared that the dragon Queen would've come to their door and they wouldn't have survived the power of her dragons.
She thought about Robb and how afraid she got every time he had gone into a battle but she had to be strong because she couldn't fear that he wouldn't make it back to her. Katherine had gone up against the Frey's and won, they had gone up against Ramsey Bolton and won and now they were going up against the crown and sat on the very Iron Throne was an even angrier Lannister.
This really was going to be a very interesting and very bloody battle indeed.
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Post by Ray on Oct 2, 2017 23:32:37 GMT -7
Jon looks to Rhaegal once more, letting those words float through his mind.
He knows he'd be a fool to turn down the offer. Any man would kill for a dragon, they have killed for dragons, and Daenerys is offering one to him upon a silver plate simply for sharing the same blood. She owes him no allegiance, owes him no loyalty, owes him nothing. They are strangers, through and through, only knowing one another by the long list of battles won on either side.
"I will have to think about it." Jon replies finally, looking back to her. Daenerys arches a brow at him, seemingly surprised, but nods a little.
"Don't think too long," she says, turning back to Drogon. Effortlessly, she climbs back upon the beast's back, settling between the sharp ridges of its neck, finding purchase upon the scales. The dragon shimmies a little, but she holds on strongly. "Dragons rarely wait." With a push of its wings, Drogon lifts into the air, and Rhaegal follows afterwards, leaving Jon standing on his own. He watches for a moment, watches them glide through the air towards the waiting Dothraki army. He smiles faintly to himself, and continues on his way towards the last of the camp.
Sansa climbs out of her tent, dressed for riding. Her lips are drawn in a sad frown, her eyes are a little red-rimmed. She sees him, and visibly pulls in a deep breath.
"Be safe," she exhales, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck when he gets close enough, crushing him in a hug. Jon returns it, closing his eyes tightly, pressing his face into her shoulder.
"You as well," he murmurs. As he pulls from the hug, he lays a quick kiss upon her cheek.
"I mean it, Jon." Sansa says, eyes hard, hands gripping at his shoulders. "Don't be stupid. Come home at the end of this."
"I will," Jon promises, but feels his heart sink in his chest. Sansa doesn't look convinced, but lets him go all the same. Her eyes momentarily find Edric who approaches from the side, his leather bag thrown over a shoulder, and his hair pulled back from his face. A dark shadow bruises subtly right over his pulse. Sansa's face twists even more with grief. "Davos is ready with the boat," Jon tells the man, sighing out a slow breath. "Next time I see you, we'll have the castle."
Edric lips twitch into half a mirthless smile, grey eyes flicking towards Sansa before away. "Guess so. Is your Queen ready?" He asks, changing the subject, searching the nearly empty grounds.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 2, 2017 23:47:09 GMT -7
Katherine clears her throat and then comes to Jon's side just as Edric speaks "As I'll ever be" she admitted and then looked over at Sansa, she gave the girl a soft smile before she pulled her into a hug. She needed the hug right now and even let a soft sigh out and held on for a little bit then pulled back "Please be careful" she said and then moved her hands down to Sansa's and held onto them tightly. The smile pulling at her lips once more.
It felt worse knowing that there could be a chance Katherine won't make it back but she refused to think like that because it would make all of this so much more worse. She felt the pain in her heart as she gave Sansa one last look and then moved her dark eyes over to look at Jon.
In her dark eyes he could see her pain and she never wanted him to see that but it seemed like she would have no choice. Katherine's eyes showed him the pain that she refused to show anyone else because with him it seemed a little bit easier she guessed. With him everything seemed so much more easier but this wasn't. Saying goodbye wasn't easy at all and she had already said goodbye to one man she loved even if she hadn't known it at the time. Katherine wanted to reach out for him but know that she couldn't because no one knew about them.
But she was all for breaking rules was Katherine. I love you, please come back to me. She wanted so badly to say it out loud but she couldn't, she couldn't say it in front of Sansa and Edric. "You be safe too" she said after a moment but her words were so heavy that she was sure that the other two with them could hear the painful goodbye in her words.
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Post by Ray on Oct 3, 2017 0:10:07 GMT -7
Sansa hugs Katherine back with the same fervor as she'd hugged Jon, arms wrapping tightly around the woman and holding her tight until they break apart. The girl looks ready to let tears fall on her porcelain cheeks, but they don't. Instead she gives a sad smile, playing brave, clasping Katherine's hands. "You too." She replies with a nod.
Jon watches them, feeling the tightness in his chest at the fleeting thought passing through his skull, the fleeting memory of another castle, another time, another string of goodbyes. Back then, there are had been smiles, hope, a youthful naivety that passed so quickly. Sansa had been so young then. All bright summer pinks and big eyes set on faraway cities. And now... Her riding clothes are black, her gowns are black, her cloak black, her hair the same red as a burning pyre, a permanent state of mourning.
He does not want to add to that.
Katherine looks to him, and there's pain in her eyes too. No springtime rebelliousness, no teasing glint. She speaks, and her words sound so final, so desolate. A goodbye though she does not say it aloud. "Till the next time we see each other," Jon replies, promising her the same breakable promise he gave Sansa, wanting to say so much more. But a distant horn blows, and Jon blinks, forced out of his thoughts, out of his wants, out of his melancholy, to look towards the riders beginning their march south. He spots Tormund a little ways ahead, waiting with the reins of Jon's horse held in his hands. "We're off." Jon says, the words sounding dull as they fall from his lips. He exhales a slow, shaking breath, before reaching out and squeezing Katherine's elbow once. He turns away then, knowing he cannot linger any longer. Not if he wishes to follow through on his long list of promises.
Edric tightens his grip on the strap of his pack, looking to Sansa. Her face pales at the sound of the horn, all color gone from her cheeks. She looks at him with eyes bigger than the moon, lips parting around words she wants to say. And Edric just smiles at her. It's the only thing he can do. "Not today," he tells her, bouncing one brow as a reminder. And then he walks, heading in the direction of the boat, turning back to look at her one last time.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 3, 2017 0:29:38 GMT -7
She hears his words and she so badly wants to pull him into a hug, to whisper in his ears all the words she wants to say but Katherine knows if she does that then she won't leave and she was going to be leaving on the boat with Edric and Davos. He says about the next time they see each other and she can't help but wonder when that will be, would he make sure that he gets through the men and to her in the castle or would they see each other after the castle had been taken? Katherine wasn't sure but she didn't ask because her eyes the slipped passed him in the direction of the horn when she heard it and frowned.
The horn sounded so final and it made her heart shatter into tiny pieces once more then to add on the words that he said after and she had to swallow hard to stop herself from gasping out a cry. Jon squeezed her elbow and she looked back at him. Those brown eyes so full of pain that she was sure that she would cry out if she could but she couldn't and then before long he's turning away and moving away from them. Katherine watched him walk further and further away from her and she doesn't hear anything else. She watches him for a moment and then Edric's shadow comes into the corner of her eye and she looks after him.
Katherine slowly moves from her spot and glances back to Sansa and gives her a smile softly then lifts her hand in a wave before turning forward and continuing to follow after Edric as they moved in the direction of the boat. She took one more look of Jon, the feeling of pain in her heart but she knew that once this was over then maybe they could get some peace from fighting, after all of this she prayed that they would be able to go home to the North and live out the rest of their days in Winterfell. But for now she had to get through this day, this battle. Katherine put her head forward once more and continued to follow Edric and once they got to the boat, she got on it. That was one less thing to do and now they would be heading in the direction of King's Landing.
A place she hoped she would never have to see again but she knows that if she was going to die then it would be in that damn place.
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Post by Ray on Oct 3, 2017 0:46:00 GMT -7
"Sansa," Brienne's voice cuts through the thick silence that has fallen around her, as all the rest of whats left of her family leaves in opposite directions. She feels a weight crushing down upon her shoulders, upon her heart, and all she wants to do is cry. But nothing falls. The lady knight comes to her side, armor clanking slightly. "It's time to go."
Sansa swallows the hard lump in her throat, setting her eyes upon the armies moving south, their banners floating in the wind. She sees the dragons with their wings spread, leading the riders to King's Landing. "Yes," she replies, pulling in a slow, deep breath, making up her mind. "It is."
Edric tosses his bag down into the boat, Davos already balancing within upon the steady waters. The boat rocks slightly, but only Asher seems to notice, his eyes lifting from his own pack of things he's carefully setting within to Edric's carelessly tossed items. Asher's gaze flick upwards as Edric steps into the boat. "What do you have in there?" He asks, standing straight. "Rocks?"
Edric just glares at him, taking a seat upon one of the boat's benches, resting his elbows upon his knees. Asher looks to Davos after a moment, as if seeking some sort of guidance on how to proceed, but Davos just shrugs his shoulders and reaches out a hand towards Katherine still upon the bank.
"Your grace," he says, "Mind your step."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 3, 2017 1:02:02 GMT -7
Katherine looks at Davos when he speaks to her, holds his hand out and then tells her to mind the step. If she was honest she was going to be minding everything this time around, she reached out and took Davos's hand and then gets into the boat. She couldn't help but smile at Asher when he commented on Edric's bag and for a moment wondered if there really was rocks in it because she could really see Edric hitting Asher with it.
She bit on her lip gently and then took a seat, she has never been in a boat like this before mostly because this was going to be her second time on a boat. The first time had definitely been eventful. It had been there that she had told Jon that she loved him and that he loved her too. Not exactly sure if that was what she wanted to be thinking about when she was going to be away from him for so long. Katherine didn't say what she wanted to tell him because of the fact that Sansa and Edric were there with them.
Katherine looked around and then over at Asher and gave him a soft smile and then started to wonder if Sansa took her recommendation and told the man that she cared about him. Her dark eyes watched Asher for a moment and she couldn't figure out whether or not it had been said but then again she couldn't really tell a lot lately.
She moved her eyes away from Asher and then forward once more wishing to get this journey over and done with so that she could get her hands on her sister and then maybe it will be over. Katherine knew that things wouldn't be so easy but she could hope, right?
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Post by Ray on Oct 3, 2017 1:17:15 GMT -7
After they've all climbed into the boat, Davos loosens the knot anchoring them to the bank of the God's Eye, and Asher helps kick them out into the sea. The space is limited in the small rowboat, forcing them all to remain in close quarters whether they like it or not. Edric would not mind so much, if Asher weren't here. He understands why Davos chose him. Understands that a decent sword-hand and a charismatic face is a good combination to have when sneaking through the underbelly of the beast, but after weeks of watching the man try to weasel his way into Sansa's bed, spending a day rowing to King's Landing with him is not his idea of a relaxing journey.
But Edric takes an oar from Davos, and pushes at the water to get them moving in the right direction nonetheless.
The distant cry of a dragon draws the blonde man's eyes towards the sky behind them. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that," he comments, filling the quiet with small talk.
"It's easier than you think," Davos replies, rowing as well, his body strong for a man his age. "Then again, I've gotten used to plenty." Davos looks to Edric like it's their own private, mirthless joke. Edric smiles faintly. He likes the man. More than he likes most. He pulls no punches and takes no shit and still somehow finds time to knock anyone with a high ego down a peg just for the fun of it. Edric can relate.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 3, 2017 2:43:54 GMT -7
The silence hits her and for a moment she wonders if this is how it's going to be for the rest of the journey. But then there was a cry from a dragon and she looks up in that direction and she bites on her lip gently and knew that Cersei didn't know what was coming for her and maybe that was the best thing, if she knew her sister then she would know that she sent men to Casterly Rock but when they turned up outside of the doors of King's Landing then it was going to make it clear what had happened and of course by then it would be too late because they would be there.
She dropped her eyes back down to look at Asher when he spoke and she smiled softly. It was probably a lot easier than they think but she was going to have to get used to it too. Katherine was proving that Targaryen's and Petrova's, albeit Cersei, could actually co-exist with each other. Her father would probably be mad though and she was actually glad that he wasn't here because this would infuriate him even more than her presence did. It was hard not being wanted by a father that spoke of wanting to get rid of the Targaryen's and whored himself out to anyone that would have him.
She didn't want to think about that instead she said "It's definitely going to take a while" she admitted and smiled then watched the sky at the dragon and let a soft sigh escape her mouth before putting her eyes down and forward once more. Katherine liked quiet sometimes but this was one time she didn't want to be left with her thoughts because she knew where they would end up too, she knew she would retreat into her head and she never wanted that mostly because she never wanted to live in her head the way she used to do. No, she wanted to have conversations even if they were soft ones.
Katherine looked down at her hands, they were gloved and they held onto the direwolf pin, needing it in her grasp. Needing something in her hands. She turned it over in her fingers and watched as the direwolf stared up at her. All she wanted was to get back to Winterfell with everyone that she cared about and hopefully she would be able to do that once this was all over.
A memory then played in her head, Katherine was with Jon. "I love you" she had said and then his reply was "I love you, from this day to the end of my days". Her heart ached and she took a deep breath needing to clear her mind once more.
I love you Jon she said to herself and then pushed everything else out of her head.
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Post by Ray on Oct 4, 2017 21:13:47 GMT -7
"She'll be all right." Tormund says after half an hour of riding south. They'd somehow drifted to the front of the Northern army, horses keeping an even, easy pace to keep them from wearing out before the battle has even begun. Ahead, the Dothraki talk loudly in their native tongue, joking it seems, from the way their laughs rise up suddenly throughout their many numbers -- a cacophonous and harsh sound. They either do not realize what they are marching towards, the extent of the army they face, the likelihood of death, or they simply do not care. Behind them, their own northern men talk in hushed tones, knowing all too well the present circumstances. SO many of their fathers, their brothers, their sons have marched the same way. And never returned.
Jon glances briefly towards the red-haired wildling, not sure who he means. He knows better than to doubt Sansa's ability to survive. The girl has face many terrifying injustices that Jon cannot even fathom, and walked away from it with her chin held high. He can swing a sword well enough at anything, from wild beasts to dead men, but the corrupt horrors of politics tied in with psychological and physical abuse is beyond his realm of experience. She's stronger than most to have endured that at such a strong age. She can survive this too.
And Katherine... he should have convinced her not to take this path. He knows she would have gone anyway, she is a Queen and he has no right to give her orders, but...he should have at least gotten her to stay back. Just until the battle was won. Just until he could march into the castle with her.
He looks ahead, and stays quiet.
"And even if she does die," Tormund continues, bouncing his brows upwards and heaving out a sigh, "At least we'll be too dead ourselves to care."
Jon barks out a mirthless laugh, "A reassuring thought." He retorts sardonically. Tormund chuckles as well.
It's late that night when they drag the boat onto the gravel shore beneath King's Landing. The Red Keep rises high over their heads, but down here, the rocks lining the waterline obscure their arrival from any watching eyes. Edric pulls the boat in, Davos knots a rope to a nearby boulder, Asher scans the beach.
"I think we're alone." The blonde man says, looking back to them.
"Aye," Davos sighs, cinching the rope tight. He moves towards the boat once more, and throws the tarp back to reveal a plethora of weapons stashed beneath crates of oysters. Edric truly does like this man. "But it won't be that way for long. Take what you can. We won't be able to come back this way until much later." They heed his advice. Edric grabs his pack, swinging it onto his shoulder while Asher picks up his sword once more and ties it to his waist. He glances towards Edric for a moment, seeing his hands bare of any weapons, and furrows his brows in the dark starlight.
"Aren't you planning on storming a castle?" Asher asks, "Where are your weapons?"
"I don't need them." Edric replies, turning away and looking towards the rocks.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 4, 2017 21:42:58 GMT -7
Katherine could feel the realness of what she was going to be doing now that they were so close, Cersei was so close and she was wondering just what she was doing. Was she sleeping? Or was she plotting more war? She wasn't sure that she cared either way because in the end it would only come back to bite the girl on her ass. She was here to prove that sometimes things had consequences and now they were coming back to Cersei's door. She hoped that Casterly Rock was keeping her busy because it would make all of this somewhat easier.
She got out the boat and wondered just how far Jon and the others were from King's Landing. Katherine grabbed herself a weapon and hoped that this was the last time she would have to pick one up. She hated weapons and that was strange coming from a Queen but she would rather not have to use any but Cersei wasn't going to die without a weapon just like Walder Frey didn't die without a weapon. A part of her now wished she had stayed til after the battle was over but she wanted to get her sister so this was the only thing she could really do.
Katherine looked over at Asher when he spoke about Edric and his weapons. "His looks are weapon enough" she said as a joke before looking over at Edric and smiling. She knew he didn't like her and she didn't like him. It was a mutual dislike but she never understood why she didn't like him or he her, it was just something that happened when they first met back at Castle Black. She never asked and wasn't going to let it worry her, not everyone was going to like what she did and she was fine with that plus Katherine couldn't find herself liking the man anyway. Everyone else seemed too.. Jon, Tormund, Davos and even Sansa.. but she never saw the appeal when it came to liking Edric and thankfully she wouldn't have to deal with him.
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Post by Ray on Oct 4, 2017 22:01:12 GMT -7
Davos laughs a little under his breath, even with the current circumstances, arming himself with a sword as well despite his shortened knuckles. "Weapons..." He mutters quietly, and Asher just blinks like he doesn't understand the joke. Edric can't help but crack a small smile, glancing back at the older man. But Katherine speaks, adding on her own joke, and his smile slips away from his face.
He and the Northern Queen have never spoken to one another before, always talking around each other like the other was merely a shadow in the background best left unmentioned. Despite Jon's apparent like for her, Edric has never seen the appeal. She's pretty, sure. Dark haired and almond-eyed and petite. But he knows that beneath that charming, sweet exterior that Jon has grown so fond of is a woman who wanted to silence Ramsey Bolton with a pair of teeth. He remembers everything that little man said in those kennels. Remembers how angry Katherine had become. Remembers how she squirmed at her truths being laid bare.
Edric is unafraid of violence, unafraid of cold-bloodiness. What he doesn't like are pretty masks.
"Not as much as yours." Edric replies, cocking his head almost tauntingly at her.
"Where are these smugglers holes of yours?" Asher asks, stepping through the gap between Edric and Katherine, effectively silencing the rest of what that conversation might have been. Davos follows, stomping through the gravel to the front of their group.
"Right up here," he says, leading them towards the rocks surrounding the coast.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 4, 2017 22:25:39 GMT -7
Katherine gets a response and she cocks an eyebrow at him, her brown eyes on him, but before she could ask just what in seven hells did he mean by that Asher stepped between them and it broke her contact but that didn't mean she didn't glare at him before looking away. She muttered some words under her breath before she looked to where they were heading.
This was why she hated Edric, the first time they had spoken in months of being around each other and the first thing he ever says is that. Clearly everything about her he hated which is fine because she wasn't here to please him, she was here to make sure he didn't get his hands on her sister. The last thing she wanted was for Cersei to die by his hands. She looked back at him and then shook her head before she followed after the others. Katherine wanted to put as much distance between the two of them as she could get and wanted to pray to all the gods out there that somehow he would fall into a hole and never come back out at least then it would actually solve her problem of hating him.
Katherine kept herself quiet as she followed after the other two. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest but she wasn't sure if it was anger at Edric for what he said or because of the fact that she was so close to Cersei and she wondered if they knew what she was there for. Wondered if they could actually guess. She even wondered if Cersei herself would go for it but there was only one way to find out and that was to come face to face with her and that's why she had wanted to come into the castle with the other three.
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