Game of Thrones || The Sword of the Morning

Visions of the Flames

~~Evelyn Dayne~~

"A wolf, a dragon, the Dawn... Is there anything that you cannot achieve?"

Ashara wags her tail as she snuggles up against my leg. Despite her now being nearly twice the size I remember her to be all those years ago, her head now reaching above my waist when standing, she's still the biggest cuddler ever. She could probably rival Dany in terms of cuddling I suppose.

I look up at Lady Ellaria, smiling lightly.

"There are limitations to everyone."

"Yes, but it seems that you exceed your limitations on the daily."

I shrug my shoulders, petting Ashara as she barks happily. I look across the courtyard to see the only other direwolf belonging to the Starks that's still alive. Ghost and Ashara look at each other from across the courtyard and I smile, kneeling down to Ashara.

"Go to your brother. I won't be far away."

Ashara barks happily and chases after Ghost as the two siblings from the same litter go to greet each other after years of separation.

"You've tamed dragons and wolves it seems."

"I guess I have."

"But you haven't tamed what's inside your heart yet, have you?"

Ellaria questions and I wrap my arms over my chest, feeling cold as I shake my head.

"That beast of burden still holds on, even when I try to let go."

"Mm."

Lady Ellaria mutters as silence envelopes us. Men and women still bustle about the courtyards, many getting ready ever still while others line up for food. The sun is close to setting. Maybe another two hours or so.

"Did you see my daughter with that Stark girl?"

I chuckle at Ellaria's words, nodding with a smile.

"Aye, yes. But I wouldn't call what they have love, but I'd say it could blossom into it."

"That is if we even survive this thing."

Ellaria states grimly and I frown, shaking my head.

"Not all of us will. Thousands or maybe even every one of us will die, but it doesn't end here in this cold place."

"No... But I feel like it will for me."

I shake my head to protest but Ellaria Sand just sticks her hand up with a small, grim smile.

"The cold isn't a place for a Sand Snake... Promise me, if anything happens to me or my daughters, you'll bring us back to Dorne to be with Oberyn."

I sigh heavily, holding my hands together as I look at the muddy ground. I nod solemnly, looking back up to the Sand of Dorne.

"You have my word."

"Thank you, Sword of the Morning."

We smile at each other. A ruckus catches my attention and I see a group of people walking through the gates of Winterfell. Tormund Giantsbane, the 999th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, whatever his name may be, and that Lord of Light worshipper, Beric Dondaarion.