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♕ A/N: I watches House of Dragons and LOVED it. So definitely had to find a way to incorporate it somehow. I just started writing for Game of Thrones so send me some requests! Also feedback is my motivator so please, please, please comment!

♕ SUMMARY: War is a game made for the clever and the ruthless, one without the other shall stumble and stammer. Stumbling and stammering has no place amongst the clever and ruthless. In war that can cost you your life. House Stark, known to be most honorable must find a way to navigate all that they do not know. Stumbling and stammering in the Lions Den.

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♕ WARNING: Season 3 Spoilers of GOT

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(Y/N) STANDS WITH HER HANDS CLASPED IN FRONT OF HER. Her perfect posture and gleaming smile blend seamlessly into the crowd of spectators. She breaks her gaze forward, scanning the room. An endless supply of false smiles, speaking honey from their tongues as they pour venom into their ears. Do their hearts beat as fiercely as my own? She inhales sharply, her father's hands taking her own with a light squeeze.

"You're trembling, my dear. The course of action you take determines the future of Westeros," Cassian towers over his daughter, an unwavering veil of ease as she stares down at her plate. He kisses the side of her head, muttering into her temple, "We will defeat our foes no matter your decision."

The chorus of clapping pulls both Balter's back into the moment. Guests jump at the opportunity to wish Lord Edmure and his new wife Roslin congratulations. (Y/n) and Cassian doing so courteously before returning to their table. The music and animated chatter fail to reach (Y/n) 's table. She picks at the fruits on her plate, her leg bouncing without pause beneath her.

"—striking your King is an act of treason," (Y/n) freezes as the King of the North and his wife laugh amongst themselves. She fails to block them out as they speak of names for their unborn child. Her gaze shifting from the back of Robb Stark's head to the watchful glances around the room.

"They're all watching me," (Y/n) mutters, fiddling with her plate as her father scans the room. Walder Frey guzzles wine restlessly, his eyes bouncing between (Y/n) and Lord Bolton. (Y/n) cautiously brushes her hand against her father's forearm, her voice barely above a whisper as she avoids his gaze, "Father, please, help me. I know not of what to do?"

"My sweet girl, we are at war. Our hand has been forced into a difficult situation, but if you are ever to command the Azgeda army, you must be able to weather any storm. I have done my part. Now you must do yours," Cassian sighs, turning to his glass. (Y/n) keeps her gaze low before squaring her shoulders, straightening her back as she brings her twitching leg to a halt. Her eyes glazing over as she lifts her head, Walder Frey narrows his eyes as they catch each other's gaze. She offers a half nod, watching as the fickle man does the same to a Frey standing a few feet to the right of her table. (Y/n) stands, smoothing out her dress before circling her table. She stops in front of Robb and Talisa Stark's table. In the corner of her eyes, she ignores the watchful eyes of Lord Bolton and Lady Stark.

"My Queen," (Y/n) curtsies with perfect precision as Talisa smiles sweetly, "Lady (Y/n)."

"Your grace, I apologize for the intrusion, but I carry time-sensitive information. Will you walk with me?" Robb's smile falters, his eyebrows furrowing as he scoots to the edge of his seat. (Y/n) swallows thickly as he turns to his wife, pecking her cheek before rising to his feet.

"Lady (Y/n)," He says, offering his arm. She smiles weakly, offering Talisa a final curtsy before taking his arm. "Have you enjoyed the festivities?"

"Yes, your grace, it appears Lord Edmure is not as apprehensive about this union as before," The two move in sync at a leisurely pace, following the wall toward the back of the hall. (Y/n) nods absentmindedly as Robb jokes about making a mistake in not marrying a Frey, her eyes on her father as they pass him.

"The Queen is very lovely, your grace. There is no mistaking the way you look at her," (Y/n) 's smile hides the screaming shame beneath the surface. "One can only hope to find a love match as such."

"You are quite lovely yourself, Lady (Y/n). You and your father have continued unrelenting loyalty to my family and cause. You have both been invaluable to me. I assure you when this is over, I will make certain you get that love match," He stops her, making certain to look her in the eyes as he holds a wide smile. (Y/n) breaks her gaze continuing their stroll, the announcement of the bedding ceremony filling her silence, "Time-sensitive information? Should we summon my advisors?"

"Not necessary and not here, my King. Back in Azgeda, we say the walls have ears. What I am to tell you is for the ears of the King in the North only. We will win this war, but I need you to trust me," Stopping short as a large group of Northerners carry Roslin out of the hall with Edmure struggling to tame the invasive hands of women leading him out of the hall. Robb frowns at her words, her face void of a tangible expression. Then, as the stampede of Northern wedding tradition disappears, a Frey soldier side steps both (Y/n) and Robb at the doors.

"Lord Frey is about to toast," The soft hum of Rains of Castamere fills the halls as Robb frowns, his eyes bounding between (Y/n) and the Frey soldier.

"I am aware, and we shall return long before the toast. I escort our King at Lord Frey's behest," The soldier mimics Robb's frown as (Y/n) swallows thickly, the window of opportunity closing rapidly. (Y/n) glances back to find her father speaking quietly with Lord Bolton and Frey. At the opening of the doors, (Y/n) pulls Robb left sharply, her pace hastening in the dimly lit corridor.

"What is happening?" (Y/n) reveals a cloak pulling it around Robb. She carefully covers his head before handing him a dagger. She ignores his barrage of questions as she leads him toward the main gate.

"Lady (Y/n). Are you not supposed to be at the proceedings? We are locking down soon," (Y/n) stops in her tracks, turning to the soldier with a half smile. She sidesteps Robb, who keeps his gaze down.

"I've grown weary. My father sent me with my guard. I am to return to the Azgeda stronghold south of here. Come morning, we'll be war heroes, I suppose," (Y/n) glances at the gates where several Frey soldiers rush around with weapons in hand. The man frowns, tilting his head to look past Her. As she lifts her chin, her smile falls from her lips, "I think you forget your place, soldier. A foot soldier interrogating a high-born Lady, the last descendant of Old Valyria. I imagine the consequences would be unspeakable."

"My apologies, milady. I meant no offense," His gaze drops to his feet as he steps to the side. She clasps her hands, marching past him with her head held high and Robb shuffling in tow. Then, out of earshot, she pauses, standing at the edge where the torchlight meets the darkness that consumes the tree line.

"Follow me," She does not wait for a response or spare Robb a single glance as she marches toward the woods. Robb watches her retreating form before glancing at the twins. He knows something is wrong, but a nag in his chest beckons him to follow the last descendant of Old Valyria. His journey toward the tree line is short, even as he shuffles carefully with the dagger she gave him in hand. She stands speaking with one of her father's generals when he discovers the handful of knights hidden in the Forest.

His furrowed eyebrows fall as he clenches his jaw with narrowed eyes. (Y/n) approaches with her hands clasped in front of her, "Your grace—"

"What is the meaning of this?" The sound of swords unsheathing nearly drowns out the low grumble of the young King's voice. One hand holds her neck as the other presses his dagger to her throat. She stands rigid as he glares daggers at her, ignoring her father's soldiers that surround him.

"Stand down," She calls out—not to Robb, to her men. Her gaze on Robb unrelenting, with a chilling calm painting her features. The valyrian steel sits cold against her throat as no one moves a muscle, "I am the Lady of Azgeda. The last house with ties to Old Valyria. Chosen by the gods. Your commander, in my father's absence, I said stand down!"

The sheathing of swords and her commands do little to stifle the indignation in Robb's eyes.

"The young wolf. You've won every battle but have made costly mistakes, your grace," (Y/n) squeezes her eyes shut as Robb backs her into a tree. The soldiers' cries in the distance fill the air as the Red Wedding begins. Robb glances toward the Twins before speaking in a low hum, "Get to a point."

"Walder Frey and Roose Bolton have betrayed you. This wedding is a farce, a slaughter. I was tasked with separating you from your wife. She is to be the first target," (Y/n) grits her teeth as the dagger draws blood, Robb's grip tightening on her throat. His hands tremble against her skin as his eyes well with realization.

"You left my pregnant wife and mother to be slaughtered?" He scoffs, yanking her from the tree and turning her toward the Twins, knife still at her throat. The cries quiet down, and in the distance, Azgeda soldiers march toward the blood bath.

"I had a choice tonight. Allow you to be slaughtered with your people, lose this war and accept a reward from my mother's murderers. Or save your life and use this treachery to our advantage. These seasoned soldiers with us now will march us to our stronghold not too far North as the rest of the army murderers the Freys and Boltons."

"Why shouldn't I slit your throat?" He whispers into the shell of her ear, her back pressed to his chest. Dagger still at her throat, she lets out a dry laugh.

"Because all of this would have been for nothing. My men will kill you, my father will bide his time and side with the Lannisters as he plots his revenge, and your sisters will remain captives. Frey and Bolton have given us an advantage. Right now, your men, mother, and wife lay dead. My father will present your mother's body and a mutilated man to the crown. The world will think you dead, and my father will demand my protection and army set up camp in Casterly Rock away from the North until things calm down. Then, while they lick their wounds and celebrate their victories—their treacheries, you will command the Azgeda army in their ancestral home. We will take Casterly Rock and paint Kings Landing with Lannister blood. But go ahead, slit my throat, end our family names, and will be written in history books as casualties of the Red Wedding. Fools who thought they could wage war against the crown," Another dry chuckle leaves her lips as she watches her army overwhelm the Twins. Tears leave her as she pictures a fate far worse than death, the Lannisters getting away with it all. If Walder Frey or Roose Bolton still breathe, they are undoubtedly aware of her and her father's betrayal.

Robb's grip on (Y/n) loosens before he drops it entirely. She steps back, turning away from the Twins as Robb's legs buckle beneath him. On his knees, his eyes focus on the Twins. A quiet sob leaves his lips as she wipes blood from her neck. Her sworn protector, Azgeda's general at her side, checking for wounds.

"Your grace. Lady (Y/n). We must leave soon in the coverage of night. The Lannister army is arriving in a few hours," Nodding her head, her gaze remains on Robb, who does not move a muscle. Reaching forward, (Y/n) pauses, studying Robb carefully before placing her hand on his arm. He yanks away from her violently before rising to his feet and stomping further into the woods. (Y/n) gesture for men to follow him.

"Are you okay, Lady (Y/n)?" Swallowing dryly, she nods, offering a half-hearted nod.

"Send word to prepare our ships. We sail for Casterly Rock in the coming weeks."

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blumenflowergelb · 6 months

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The way home…

Synopsis: Jon and his omega mate spend their day doing the usual until they arrive back in time. But where are they and how do they get home?

• All begann on a cold morning in Winterfell. Yn was sure that even if it was really cold he had to go and train with the boys. So he slowly crawled out of bed and put on his clothes. Before he was done he heard some noises from the hallway and then two little boys came running inside. Behind them Yn could hear Jon silently cursing and while the boys gave Yn morning kisses, Jon arrived. It was their usually routine.

• After breaking fast with the Starks and their household, Yn sent the boys to the maester and he himself went to the training yard. Some men were already there waiting for him to arrive, however some were still putting their training clothes on. The training begann with the usual warm up and then swordplay. Theon was on the other side of the field teaching the young and women archery. Jon arrived shortly after to watch them, Yn felt his eyes on him and he tried to hide his blush. Everything was normal.

• Until something changed. One second Yn was in the yard then the next he was still in the yard but something changed. There were no boys with wooden swords, no men with morningstars and clearly no Theon with his archery skills. Yn wondered for a moment what was going on and he looked for Jon without thinking. He was there, looking daised, and Yn just ran to him in time. His knees gave up after a second and they plopped down on the floor. Jon was white as snow, his usually rosiness disappeared. Before Yn could open his mouth Jon woke up. They stared at each other, then at the yard and then at the man in furs wearing the Starks direwolf.

• Looking back Yn could only think about how he should have stayed in bed. They were in Sansas‘ solar sitting before the Lord of Winterfell, Ned Stark. It was an awful reunion. While to room was warm, Ned wasn’t. He took his time to asses Yn and then he turned to Jon. He silently watched him, from his head to his toes. Yn was sure that the scars and the colors Jon wore didn’t escape him. It was silent and Yn did not have any idea what to say. He looked pleadingly at Jon but he looked like he was made of stone. His mouth was a hard line, he sat like he swallowed a sword and his scent didn’t let anything known. After Yn marveled at Jon he turned back to Ned with a sight. To his surprise the father of Jon was looking at him, Yn tried to surpass a blush at being caught looking at Jon. Ned and Yn stared at each other, Jon was watching the fire in the heard, and Yn was sure that their would sit in this room until they froze over until somebody knocked. Instead of answering Ned went to the door and slightly opened it. After seeing who was on the other side of the room he went out. Yn wasn’t sure what was going on. What he was sure about was that they were in the past.

• After waiting for something to happen Yn stood up and walked around the room. Jon was watching him, silently thinking. After not seeing anything interesting Yn moved his chair closer to Jon‘s. Jon face warmed up a little bit and he stretched his hands out. Yn gently took it and kissed one of his knuckles. Seeing Jon‘s face Yn could barely hold his laugh inside. Instead he leaned over to Jon and kissed him. Jon deepend the kiss while he cupped Yn face in his hands. Suddenly the door opened and they flew apart.

• Ned was standing in the doorway, looking at them. Yn was sure that he knew what they did, he couldn’t help but feel like when he got caught as a child doing something he wasn’t ought to do. Nevertheless Ned didn’t say anything he just came inside and sat down at the ancient oak table. It was quit awkward until Ned sighed, leaned back on his chair and begann to talk. He explained that he was in the Gods Wood before the hearthtree when he had the feeling that he should go to oversee the training yard. Their he saw both of them. He paused for a second, waiting for a replie from the two but neither Jon nor Yn said anything. After that Ned explained that nobody could see them since Jon was only six years old. He left the fact out that he didn’t even know Yn.

• Shortly after their discussion, well only Ned talked, a servant knocked and waited outside the door. Ned only opened the door to take the food but Yn eyes meet with the young woman’s. She seemed surprised but before she could do anything Ned closed the door on her. They went on to eat in silence and after washing down the hard bread and cheese with ale, they sat in silence. It was so awkward. Jon wasn’t in the mood to speak, Yn didn’t know what to talk about and Ned has already spoken.

• They continued to sit in silence until Yn took a deep breath and begann to talk where they were. Ned listened and nodded along the story but Yn didn’t have a lot to talk about. When he was done both of them looked at Jon who only nodded. As before everybody was still. The quietness of the room was sharp, only the burning wood and the breathtaking could be heard. Both Ned and Yn were waiting for something to happen but Jon didn’t do anything.

• Suddenly the door opened and a red faced lady burst inside. All three of them jumped up, Jon and Yn had already drew their swords. Before they could do anything, Ned shouted Catelyn, jumped next to her and shoved her out. He went out too and after closing the door Yn could barely hold himself up. He withdrew his sword and turned to Jon. After seeing his face full of disbelief Yn laughed out loud. The situation they found themselves was so absurd that Yn could only laugh. Even Jon begann to chuckle.

• They tried to stay serious but when Ned came back without Lady Catelyn, Jon and Yn looked at each other and they giggled. Ned had a red hand print on his face and he looked like a man who tried to control a situation but failed miserably. Yn was sure that this was a sigh that Jon has never seen. Before Ned could muster up something to say, Jon first spoke up.

• They got a tiny room in a secluded part of Winterfell. They had a bed and heard at least. After supper they went to the room and a tub awaited them. Yn climbed into it while Jon looked around the room. After he was done he sat down next to the tub. They didn’t speak until Yn asked him if the lady called Catelyn was the late Lady Stark. Jon only hummed positively. When Yn was done he didn’t bother with clothes, he climbed under the furs in the bed and waited for Jon. Yn was almost sleeping when Jon finally joined him. Jon cuddled closer and they went to sleep in each others arms.

• Yn woke up. The room was warm and Jon was sleeping. It was unusual. Jon always woke up before him to read the letters and help Sansa with the Kingdom. So he was left alone, without Jon and the fire. But not today. It took Yn a second to realize what was going on. While he pondered about the weird day they had Jon woke up. They greeted each other with kissed and cuddles and Yn was content with staying in bed. After they got dressed Jon sat down on a chair next to the fireplace. Yn settled down on his lap. Jon pulled him closer than closed his eyes. Yn left him rest and basked in his scent.

• They stayed together for a few hours until Ned knocked and came in the room. He greeted them and signaled towards the hallway. Both Jon and Yn followed him and after Ned saw them coming he begann to quickly walk. By the time they arrived in the godswood Yn was out of breath. He was sure that they walked all around Winterfell. It was warm and misty in the godswood. They walked towards the hearth tree. Yn could only marvel weirwood. It’s face, ever unchanging, stared at them with the red sap coming out it’s eyes. Yn was sure that Bloodraven was watching. They went to the pond next to the weirwood . Ned turned to them and unexpectedly hugged Jon. When they were done saying goodbye’s Ned turned toward Yn and kissed his hand. Yn couldn’t help but blush, it always surprised him. Ned expressed his hope about them and thanked Yn for being with Jon, this time Jon blushed. Ned only chuckled and pointed them to the pond and told them what to do to go home. Before Jon could ask him how he knew Ned turned around and disappeared in the fog.

• Jon and Yn went in the pond holding hands. The water was warm around the edges and it got hotter and hotter. In the middle it was so hot that Yn stopped but Jon just tugged him forwards. The second they arrived in the deepest part they lost footing and went bellow the waters‘ surface.

• The water turned incredibly cold. Yn couldn’t see and had a hard time finding the ground and lost Jon in the water. Suddenly he had stones bellow his foot and he pushed himself up. He opened his eyes as he got out. The water reached to his middle and it was freezing cold but Yn couldn’t care less. He felt dread building up deep in his stomach when he looked around. Jon wasn’t there. Only big mountains and a river. Mountains and a river that he had never seen before.

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