Game of Thrones || The Sword of the Morning

What They Have

~~Evelyn Dayne~~

The trip back to Dragonstone was grueling to say the least. My sea legs are still terrible. Even after spending almost a month at sea going to Meereen, a few weeks with Yara's Iron Fleet and this journey North hasn't improved them much at all.

What the Night King did didn't help much either. I can still..feel him. Like he's watching me even when he is stuck beyond the Wall. Jon said that they can't swim and that they can't just magically freeze water.

Can raise the dead but can't freeze water. Kind of dumb, to be honest. But I would never say something like that aloud. I know what they can do, having experienced it first hand.

I told Daenerys and everyone else of how I killed a White Walker with Dawn. They were surprised, Jon more so to say the least. He killed one with his Valyrian Steel bastard sword, Longclaw, before at a place called Hardhome. Dawn isn't Valyrain Steel but it's just as sharp and considering it's been killing men and creatures alike for over 10,000 years, it's safe to say that it is just as good.

My mind still thinks back to the words of that red priestess, Melisandra. Her looks she gave me, glancing at Dawn on my back with intrigued eyed.

We arrived at Dragonstone a little over three hours ago and I'm already lying in bed with Daenerys, her soft snoors indicating that she's already asleep.

And she's taken the fucking blankets again.

I groan a bit as I sit up, holding my chest as I move my legs over the bed, sitting up and rubbing my eyes as a single candle flickers on the table across our room.

I slip on my clothes and my boots, grabbing my dagger just in case as I slip out of Daenerys and I's room. I make my way through the long dark hallways of the castle, walking towards towards dungeon entrance.

When we first came came and found them, the dungeons were horrendously bad. Filthy and it looked like any prisoners that might have been in there would not have had a good time.

Centuries of Targaryen rule and then Stannis' rule left those dungeons in dire need of change. We had people clean them up and actually made it safe for any prisoners we have taken.

But my mind is only on one of those prisoners right now.

Getting to the door, I notice an Unsullied standing guard. As I approach, he stands at attention.

"Relax, I'm not anyone special."

I remark on High Valyrian but the Unsullied does not relax like I said.

"Queen Daenerys has told us to hold you at the same standard as her, Your Grace."

"Well, if that's the case, then I have an equal say in what you do. And right now, I want you to relax a little bit."

I say back to the soldier.

"Gods know you could use some relaxation after what happened at Casterly Rock."

"We Unullised did not fight well. We failed."

"No, you didn't fail. You're still standing here, talking with me in the middle of the night. Every breath you take, no matter how difficult it might be, is a victory. Never forget that."