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Be save - Arya/Gendry - Drabble

Arya adjusted her armor, when she realized that he was watching her. He shifted from one foot to the other and finally said: “Be save.”

The thoughts rushed through her mind: You never learned to do the killing, to handle death, but I did. Please keep yourself save. Pray for yourself than for me. Be save yourself, Gendry! I don’t need your prayers, I need you. I saw death, but I’m not sure I could handle you dying. You’re my pack! You’re mine. I’m yours. Be save, be save, be save, be save.

But all she said aloud was: “I will.”

(c) aditu90 while listening to the wonderful “I Am Hers, She Is Mine” from the GoT-Season 2- Soundtrack

S3 Character List revealed

wicnet:

Hibberd at EW has the scoop on characters now confirmed to be IN for S3, including:

– Mance Rayder: We’ve heard about him all season. A former member of the Night’s Watch who became the “King Beyond the Wall,” the leader of the Wildlings. 

– Daario Naharis: A confident and seductive warrior. 

– Jojen Reed; Meera Reed: A teenage brother and sister duo with special insights.

– Edmure Tully: A brash young member of the Tully family.

– Ser Brynden Tully (The Blackfish): Catelyn’s uncle.

– Lady Selyse Florent: Stannis Baratheon’s wife.

– Shireen: Stannis’ daughter.

– Olenna Redwyne (The Queen of Thorns): Margaery Tyrell’s sharp-witted grandmother.

– Beric Dondarrion: A skilled knight who is the leader of the outlaw group Brotherhood Without Banners.

– Thoros of Myr: A red priest who follows the same religion as Melisandre.

– Tormund Giantsbane: A Wildling raider.

Jon/Dany Part 6

“I weren’t asking you to do it, I command it! Do as you was bid Lord Deniz and make sure your soldiers know next time that it’s neither the Riverlanders nor the Northernes or the Dornish we fight, but the White Walkers! Make sure they know and understand!”
Dany was close to the edge. The Lord of the small house from somewhere in the nowhere of the Eyrie stood before her simple wooden stool in the much too small room she used as audience-hall in Castle Black. She could see his anger flashing under the surface on his dumb face.
He don’t like it that a woman talks to him in such a way. Not even a queen. They all hate it being commanded by me. They despise it! But they fear my wrath. They know it will be their turn when – if – I’m done with the white Walkers. They fear me.

With a move of her hand she ended the audience. With murmurs the men started to leave the room, Deniz the first of all. Each and everyone had far to less sleep, far too less time to rest, far too less time to prepare. Everyone was at their edge.
She looked up and saw him standing in the corner of the room, talking silently to Ser Barristan. He noticed her gaze and after a brief glimpse, the corner of his mouth formed a short, knowing smile before he turned his attention again to her advisor.
Dany felt desire stirring within her.
“Lord Commander, a word, if you can spare the time.” He slightly bowed.
“Ser Barristan, I’m sure your far too busy wait. It will just take a moment. We’ll join you later?” she asked, but as she made clear shortly before: a queen commands, not asked for favors. So nobody objected.
It seemed like hours before the Maester of the Night Watch and her knight left as the last ones and after they closed the door it took them just another short moment to cross the room.
After the first rush of passion rolled over them, he cupped her face into his hands and looked at her, like he would try to memorize every tiny little detail of her face. But she got impatient and kissed him again before she whispered at his lips: “Do you come to my chambers tonight?”

But before he could answer, there was a knock at the door and Samewell Tarly entered. Within seconds Jon Snow had let her go, but Dany was not sure if its was fast enough. She could still feel the blood rushing through her cheek and, breathlessly, she asked: “Yes, Maester?”
The Maester started to stammer wildly before he could finally work out that he forgot a book on the card table. Jon made a point in looking out of the window, while his fellow brother hastily griped a book (Dany was sure it was the wrong one) and rushed out the room, with a head a size of a pumpkin but the color of a tomato. They were silent before he suddenly started to curse.
“Jon, nothing happened.”
“Everything happened, Dany.” He covered his mouth like he needed the hand to prevent him from further cursing, and she could see it in the way his body tensed that he was fighting the dragons wrath within him. When he looked at her again, it almost took Danys breath away. After they laid together she had noticed the short glimpse of guilt in his gaze, but that was quickly washed away in the few hours of passion and happiness they shared. But, right now, it was overwhelming.
“Jon …”
“This was a mistake.”
“Do you really think that?” Dany could hide the pain in her voice.
He, again, needed some time to answer her. “No.”
“Then stop saying things like that.” she cupped his face between her hands, “Nothing happened.”
“He knows.”
“So be it then … I don’t care.”
“Dany …” he took her hands in his, “Apart from me being an oathbreaker you should care. Sam … I will talk to Sam, but what if … someone else? If I really come to you chambers tonight, be sure, tomorrow the whole castle will know …”
“It makes no difference to me. Why should it? I was married two time now, everyone knows I’m a maiden no more.”
“Dany ..”
“You said it yourself! We probably have no chance against what is coming for us. We will probably die, Jon. Who wants to spend the last days on this earth alone?”
He struggled. Dany seized the opportunity and kissed him. He didn’t stop her, but when they parted breathlessly, he continued: “But if this is not the end, Dany? What if we win? You will take the Iron Throne and you will need the Lord’s support to do that. Want it or not.” He started to pace through the room, “What will they say, if they find out you shared your bed with a bastard-born oathbreaker?”
“I don’t care about convention Jon!”
“You should! I’m no politician. I can certainly stay barley alive in this game, that’s for sure, but this I know: being a bastard is not valuated in the higher circles of Westeros, being with one even less or …” he hesitated “… mothering one …”
Dany had to turn her back on him. She didn’t want him to see all the emotions crossing over her face: Anger, realization, sadness, doubt, pain … she knew, he was right. Politics was an awful game and she indeed needed the Westerosi Lords. Now they fear me, but if I want to sit in the Iron throne, I don’t need them to fear me, but to love me. Probably they won’t even respect me when they knew …
But she was so tiered. So tiered of making decisions, of not getting what she wanted but doing what she was required to do. She felt drained.
That was the moment defiance took her and she spinned around.
“I’m the blood of the dragon! You are the chosen rider of Drogon, the mighty shadow. A child from us would never, never be nothing. Again, I don’t care if you are called Snow or Stark or Baratheon or Tarly from what I know or if you wear black or white or purple, as long as if you are here, with me at my side! I can’t make it alone. I need you as Lord Commander, as Dragon Rider as well as advisor and mostly as a friend. I need you with me!” she took his hand and laid it at her cheek.
“So, all I want right now is that you come to my chambers tonight.”
Desperately she pressed her lips against his and then she rushed out of the room before she would be unable to hold back the tears.

Dany knew it before, but she only realizes how much she wanted him to come, when he didn’t.

(c) aditu90, 2012