♚ ɪ̶ᴄ̶ᴇ̶ ̶ᴀ̶ɴ̶ᴅ̶ ̶ғ̶ɪ̶ʀ̶ᴇ̶

. ʀ̶ᴀ̶ʏ̶ɴ̶ᴀ̶ ̶ᴀ̶ɴ̶ᴅ̶ ̶ᴍ̶ᴀ̶ʀ̶ᴄ̶ɪ̶ᴇ̶ ̶;̶ ̶ᴄ̶ʜ̶ᴀ̶ᴘ̶ᴛ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ ̶₁̶
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⠀ Trembling fingers held the magic crystal that would show her the image of the person who possessed the object most coveted by all witches: the resurrection stone. ━━ Rayna followed the steps, casted the spell && said the right words. Within minutes, the crystal showed the beautiful face of a redhead. Nevertheless, there was something special that quickly caught the witch's attention: that girl's clothes. As long as she could remember, no women in Westeros wore those modern clothes, which meant that this redhead didn't belong to her time and world. ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, the Bolton female would find her. Whatever it took.
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⠀ Rayna's intentions weren't selfish at all. All she wanted was to bring her brother back to life. Ramsay. No sane person in the world would like her to fulfill her wish, but despite her brother's ᴀ̶ᴡ̶ғ̶ᴜ̶ʟ̶ ̶ᴀ̶ᴄ̶ᴛ̶ɪ̶ᴏ̶ɴ̶s̶, she deeply cared about him. Rayna needed him by her side AGAIN...
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⠀ Traveling across worlds, defeating time, was not an easy mission. The spell required a lot of magic and effort, but if there was someone in this world who could achieve it ━━━━ that person was Rayna. If the spell worked, the portal would appear inside the water, so the witch would have to dive into a lake, head completely covered by the cold water. Once she came out, the woman would no longer be in Westeros.
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⠀ It took her only two failed attempts: she succeeded at the third one. Right after she came out of the lake, her deep eyes gazed in amazement at the new world around her. She was in a big park, in the middle of a great city with buildings she had never seen before.⠀❝this shall be fun❞⠀ the brunette told to herself as she made her way across the modern streets. Her magic led her to a big house, whose door she quickly knocked, expecting to meet the redhead.

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. ᴅ̶ᴀ̶ᴇ̶ɴ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ʏ̶s̶ ̶ᴀ̶ɴ̶ᴅ̶ ̶ʀ̶ᴏ̶ʙ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ᴛ̶ ̶;̶ ̶ᴄ̶ʜ̶ᴀ̶ᴘ̶ᴛ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ ̶₁̶
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⠀ the whitish-blonde's clear eyes widened, trying to get used to the gloom and lack of light of that strange place. Her body was lying on the cold hard ground, uncomfortable but definitely the best thing her child (dragon) could find to hide his mother. That was a cave, probably concealed in some Westeros mountain. ━━ DAENERYS tried to remember what happened, weary eyes focused on the dragon that sweetly lied by her side, guarding her rest. Tears rolled down her pale cheeks as her right hand reached her chest, noticing the open wound, courtesy of the man she thought she loved; JON SNOW.
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⠀⠀It hurt. Of course it did. Dany was still weak, but she wasn't like other humans. DRAGONS ARE STRONGER, && so her body was. She could withstand and survive injuries that would ᴋ̶ɪ̶ʟ̶ʟ̶ ̶ᴀ̶ɴ̶ ̶ᴏ̶ʀ̶ᴅ̶ɪ̶ɴ̶ᴀ̶ʀ̶ʏ̶ ̶ʜ̶ᴜ̶ᴍ̶ᴀ̶ɴ̶... but she would need some help.⠀❝do not worry. I will be okay❞⠀ the mother of dragons mumbled to her child, who looked at her with worried teary eyes. Resilient and Strong, Daenerys Targaryen would rise again.
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⠀⠀the last events of her life had been devastating. SHE LOST EVERYTHING. Her two dragons, the man she thought she loved, her army, her best friend... her throne. She finally achieved her goal: conquering the 7 kingdoms, but the sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴅᴀɢɢᴇʀ took it from her, changing her life in a matter of minutes. ━━━━ All of a sudden, the noise of some footsteps threw her off her ᴘ̲ᴀ̲ɪ̲ɴ̲ғ̲ᴜ̲ʟ̲ thoughts.⠀❝can anybody hear me? Who is there?❞⠀ the woman yelled as loud as her physical weakness allowed her to.

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. ᴅ̶ᴀ̶ᴇ̶ɴ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ʏ̶s̶ ̶ᴀ̶ɴ̶ᴅ̶ ̶ᴅ̶ᴇ̶ᴀ̶ɴ̶ ̶;̶ ̶ᴄ̶ʜ̶ᴀ̶ᴘ̶ᴛ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ ̶₁̶
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⠀ it was another unusual day in MEEREEN, ━━ the city where, ruling as the Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏғ Mᴇᴇʀᴇᴇɴ, Daenerys abolished s̶ʟ̶ᴀ̶ᴠ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ʏ̶, earning the title of 'Breaker of Chains'. OF COURSE, it was not an easy process. There was still a lot of work to be done, as those more conservative noblemen, who disliked Daenerys' conquest, had recently started a war to defeat the mother of dragons and her army. They were called "Sons of the Harpy" or "the Harpy's Sons".
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⠀⠀her braided whitish blonde hair drew waves in the air as the breeze gingerly shook it ━ deep clear eyes focused on the wonderful creatures flying && playing across the high sky: DRAGONS, her childs. The Targaryen was lost in her mind, just trying to relax and enjoy the moment. Nevertheless, calm is impossible to reach when you're a queen.
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⠀⠀a knock on her door brought her out of her thoughts, head quickly turning to look at the person who wanted her attention. Tyrion Lannister, one of the persons she trusted the most.⠀❝we require your presence in the throne room, your grace. Some of your soldiers have caught a suspicious man dressed with strange clothes. I daresay this unknown is not from Meereen.❞⠀as soon as Daenerys heard those words, her eyes widened, already curious about who this man might be.
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⠀⠀a few minutes later, confidently walking with high head, the queen came into the room, cold glance looking for their new 'guest'.⠀❝bring him to me here.❞⠀Dany ordered with an authoritative tone of voice, almost ᴛ̲ʜ̲ʀ̲ᴇ̲ᴀ̲ᴛ̲ᴇ̲ɴ̲ɪ̲ɴ̲ɢ̲, while Tyrion remained by her side. Two soldiers pushed the man in front of her, until they were just a couple of meters away. Right at that moment, their eyes met. Daenerys wasn't expecting him to be such an attractive man && therefore she tried her best to hide that surprise. Her glance showed no emotions.
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⠀⠀❝who are you and where are you from? I suggest you don't try to lie to me. That would not be good for you❞⠀ the queen spoke.

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. ᴊ̶ᴏ̶ɴ̶ ̶ᴀ̶ɴ̶ᴅ̶ ̶ᴠ̶ɪ̶ᴇ̶ɴ̶ɴ̶ᴀ̶ ̶;̶ ̶ᴄ̶ʜ̶ᴀ̶ᴘ̶ᴛ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ ̶₁̶
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⠀ a month and 4 days. That was just the time that had elapsed since Jon Snow left with Ghost and the wildlings for lands north of the Wall, riding into the H̲ᴀ̲ᴜ̲ɴ̲ᴛ̲ᴇ̲ᴅ F̲ᴏ̲ʀ̲ᴇ̲s̲ᴛ̲ alongside them. Ever since then, the dark-haired man had remained by the side of his friends and allies. However, that very same morning, when he woke up, everyone was gone: no trace of them anywhere. Fortunately, his loyal direwolf was still there, staring at Jon, probably as confused as him.
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⠀⠀❝where is everyone?❞⠀⠀the Snow mumbled, dark eyes desperately moving from side to side, surveying the surroundings. All of a sudden, his white wolf began running straight, as if he had caught the scent of something or someone. Jon, of course, followed the direwolf, trying to keep up with the animal's fast pace.⠀⠀❝Ghost, wait!❞⠀⠀by that moment, the last thing HE wanted was to lose the wolf too.
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⠀⠀after running a few more yards, Ghost stopped short. His fierce red eyes stared in a particular direction. Jon, however, couldn't see what it was about until he got close enough. ━━ A beautiful young woman was there, all alone (just like them).⠀⠀❝who are you?❞⠀⠀his deep voice echoed through the trees, frowning with his trademark gaze.⠀⠀❝are you lost?❞⠀⠀ he was still looking serious, but his words didn't sound that tough.
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⠀⠀Jon noticed the unknown female could perhaps feel intimidated by the presence of a wolf, so with a move of his left hand, he gave Ghost the order of walking backwards, giving the girl her space.⠀⠀❝don't worry about Ghost. He will not harm you❞⠀⠀Jon assured, trying to make her feel better.

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. ᴅ̶ᴀ̶ᴇ̶ɴ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ʏ̶s̶ ̶ᴛ̶ᴀ̶ʀ̶ɢ̶ᴀ̶ʀ̶ʏ̶ᴇ̶ɴ̶ ̶;̶ ̶ᴀ̶ɴ̶s̶ᴡ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶s̶
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⠀⠀even though the mother of dragons was not used at all to that kind of events, she certainly knew how to impress the crowd, catching people's innocent gaze.⠀after all, SHE WAS A QUEEN, ━━ born to get attention.
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⠀⠀daenerys' performance was a dance she learned in [Westeros], practiced by T̶ʜ̶ᴇ̶ ̶D̶ᴏ̶ᴛ̶ʜ̶ʀ̶ᴀ̶ᴋ̶ɪ̶ , which they called the fire dance. Originally, men and women lit torches and danced with them, avoiding of course every possible contact with the flames. The blonde, however, was immune to fire. Like a good ᴛ̲ᴀ̲ʀ̲ɢ̲ᴀ̲ʀ̲ʏ̲ᴇ̲ɴ̲, daenerys couldn't burn, which is why she added her personal touch to her performance. As she danced in the center, 3 flamethrowers (representing her dragons) projected powerful flames of fire that directly crossed her body, without hurting her.

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. ᴅ̶ᴀ̶ᴇ̶ɴ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ʏ̶s̶ ̶ᴛ̶ᴀ̶ʀ̶ɢ̶ᴀ̶ʀ̶ʏ̶ᴇ̶ɴ̶ ̶;̶ ̶ᴀ̶ɴ̶s̶ᴡ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶s̶
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⠀⠀❝mardi gras...❞⠀⠀curious words left the whitish-blonde's mouth, deep clear eyes lost in the crowd. EVERYTHING was new for her: the music, the masks, the outfits ━━ it didn't feel like home at all. Nevertheless, she liked it. JOY was the predominant emotion for the first time in forever. No wars, no ambition, no problems: ᴏ̲ɴ̲ʟ̲ʏ̲ ғ̲ᴜ̲ɴ̲.
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⠀⠀as a theme, daenerys had chosen something special that had a lot of sentimental value to her : DRAGONS. Exactly. The ᴍ̶ᴏ̶ᴛ̶ʜ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ ̶ᴏ̶ғ̶ ̶ᴅ̶ʀ̶ᴀ̶ɢ̶ᴏ̶ɴ̶s̶ was certainly dressed like one of these wonderful creatures. Her outfit left her shoulders visible, adjusting perfectly to her body, like a corset. Her torso was surrounded by shiny scales in shades of bluish and silver, ending in a wide indigo skirt.
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⠀⠀the accessories the targaryen girl chose matched her outfit. Two metallic blue wings protruded from the back of the corset, which appeared to have been pulled from a dragon. They seemed real even if they weren't. Her neck was surrounded by a nice necklace made of rocks from DRAGONSTONE (Westeros). && last but not least, a crown in the shape of dragon horns was placed on her blond head, letting her strands of braided hair fall over her bare shoulders.

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━━━⠀⠀outfit: https://i.imgur.com/Ri7d7gH.jpg

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. ᴀ̶ʀ̶ʏ̶ᴀ̶ ̶ᴀ̶ɴ̶ᴅ̶ ̶ᴍ̶ᴀ̶ɪ̶s̶ɪ̶ᴇ̶ ̶;̶ ̶ᴄ̶ʜ̶ᴀ̶ᴘ̶ᴛ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ ̶₂̶
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⠀ an explosion of emotions invaded the young Stark, standing there, with wide eyes barely blinking, showing her surprise when she heard the explanation that her dear friend gave her.⠀ ❝your... family?❞⠀ did arya hear right? MAISIE WAS A LANNISTER. Her best friend was a member of the family that ruined her life. ᴛ̶ʀ̶ᴜ̶ᴛ̶ʜ̶ ̶ʜ̶ᴜ̶ʀ̶ᴛ̶s̶ , but after all... she asked for it. The brunette wanted the real history, && that's what she got.⠀ ❝you're a lannister. That explains everything❞⠀
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⠀ discovering that the whole story your best friend told you was just part of a ploy wasn't something easy to assume ━━ yet, she had to.⠀ ❝how can I know this isn't part of their plan? are you really here to fight in our side, against your own family?❞⠀ of course, arya wanted to believe maisie never betrayed the Stark, but she had to be careful. Cersei always was a stone-cold mastermind && sending maisie there again could be another one of her strategies.
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⠀ despite the doubts arya may had, if her friend was telling the truth, she had actually chosen the Stark over her own family, && that was very valuable as it meant that maisie really loved arya and her siblings.⠀ ❝If I fight in this war, you better stick by my side because there will not be more second chances❞⠀ the warrior remained serious. Hiding her emotions was kinda her speciality. Honestly, she was more than HAPPY to get her best friend back.

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