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[mezzanotte]

OPEN POST REDUX ① How this lot usually works. Leave me a prompt. An image, a quote, a sound - a scene and if it clicks we'll play it out, do a sort of really relaxed mini-verse/psl or whatever you wanna call it. Anything goes. If this is something gen, crack, crossovers, aus, something shippy or a kink - go right on. If we like it enough, we could make it a verse or smthng. ② Usual disclaimer of i am a turtle forever and ever ( feel free to nudge me about our thread if I am taking too long ) ③ My whole muselist is up for grabs. If you're looking for someone in specific leave it in the subject line. Less active muses may take longer to reply to; also see muse strength. OCs are also up for grabs.

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[perzys]

[ 'Robb fights for the North' Ser Barristan tells her, and she ignores him. They're all the same, the Usurper and his men and Lannisters and Starks alike, they all deserve to burn.

'The Stark boy is honourable khaleesi' Ser Jorah tells her, and she thinks that maybe he should be less concerned with the political mess across the sea in Westeros and more concerned with how to help her here in the East.

'He will make a good ally, but a bad enemy' Ser Barristan tells her, and honestly, if she never hears anyone mention the North again it'll be too soon. But this time she tells him about the dream with the room full of feasting corpses, a wolf's head and an iron crown. They beg and finally, finally she concedes.

He will make a better ally than enemy, they are not wrong, and perhaps negotiations can be made and a balance can be struck with the Stark. Far more so than any Lannister, at any rate, so she meets him at Riverrun with her army at her back, her dragons at her side and finally looks the son of the man who helped overthrow the Targaryens in the face.

...She wonders if perhaps he feels it too, the weight of a whole family on his shoulders. ]

Not without reason.

[ she speaks as carefully as he does, eyes trained on him as one of her dragons tries to sit atop her shoulder. he's far too big now and it doesn't work at all, but an extended arm seems to do the trick, and then she offers a polite smile as she continues. ]

I come bearing a warning, Lord Stark [ lord, just like ser barristan told her - now is the time to uphold the customs of westeros and she won't see this plan ruined because she failed to learn these basic courtesies when she should have done ] But my men are tired, as I am sure yours are too. How many victories now? News is slow to reach the East.