His eyes widened in surprise as he gazed at her. “I don’t see anything wrong with you. Besides, it’s not like it was your fault Kat.” He rose her chin so that her eyes met with his own. “You are a strong, beautiful young lady with her whole future ahead of her. Don’t let some idiots opinion of you rule your life.” He stared deep into her eyes. “I guarantee that you will find a wonderful man for yourself, curse or no curse. If you don’t then there is nothing wrong with you. There is something wrong with the world.”
Kat felt her cheeks flush with blood as she listened to Murtagh. She wished to the gods that it was that easy to allow his words to reassure her and wash away her fears. She shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself “I just… I cant believe that until it happens… Y’know? I’ve felt so… alienated.. hated.. for so long…” She shook her head not knowing how to word how she felt. She looked up at Murtagh, glad that he at least seemed to understand how she felt but she couldnt help but wonder what he couldve possibly been through to have gained that understanding.
“Murtagh?… D’you mind if i ask you something?..”
He released a low sigh, wrapping his arms around her in a light hug, a rare show of affection from the usually rather stoic young man. “Yeah, I know Mist…” Her situation reminded him of himself in a way. His whole life he had lived under his father’s shadow, judged by people for crimes he had never had any part in. It wasn’t fair. His whole life had been one giant mess of unfair.
“Yeah, go ahead Kat. Ask away…”
Long had it been since she had once been betrothed to Joffrey Baratheon. Since she had hoped that her brother would come and rescue her from her gilded cage. But now she was Queen in the North, although threats still lingered in the shadows, nightmares haunted her dreams and guilt and sadness weighed in her heart. But fear no longer ruled her. She stood, snow falling in her Tully red hair.
Memories of her youth had faded into a mix of colors and emotions. Events changed and some were completely erased from her memory. Not all of them though. She still remember when she had been younger, playing with her Uncle Benjen in the newly fallen snow. He had called her the princess of snow faeries. She knew now that they no longer existed. But the memories still brought a smile to her face. A crash of footsteps on the snow alerted her before the low voice of one of her few banner men. “Your Grace,” Sansa turned.
A flash of red stood clear out in her mind as crystal clear blue eyes fell upon the man who stood beside the man of the north. No, she thought. It cannot be, the man that stood before her looked almost identical to the man whom she had run into all those years ago. The man with the dragon. But how, how could that be? So many years had past, and yet he looked the same.
She took a step forward, blue eyes wide. “I know you.” she said. Where once her voice had been soft and full of fear, now rang out with authority. “I do not believe this is a dream,” she said tilting her head to the side slightly. “Yet the man that stands before me now is the same man who once stood before me as a child.” she moved so she stood in front of him. Her blue eyes staring into his. “How can this be?” she asked. “You are Murtagh, are you not?”
Well, she had certainly grown up well, the skittish young girl he had met all those years ago was now a proud queen. How the times had changed… Fog rose into the air with every puff of thorn’s breath, the now fully grown, crimson dragon regarding Sansa with a mixture of amusement and pride.
‘You have grown wolf pup.’
A black cloak billowed about Murtagh’s shoulders. His hair was shorter, his facial hair trimmed slightly, but other than that he looked the same as he had for the past few years. He grinned, the smile lighting up his face and eyes. “Have you forgotten what I am Your Highness? I’m a dragon rider. We age much sower than normal humans. My mind may be older, but my physical form has hardly changed.”
She was a beautiful young woman now, the strength of her eyes a remarkable sight to behold. Where had the nervous young girl disappeared to? Before him now stood royalty, strong and wise, not that the young Sansa had not been wise already.
A lot had obviously changed over the years, for the both of them. They had much to catch up on. “Sansa…You look beautiful. How have you been? It’s been quite a while.”
//I WAS MISSED?! -loves all over you-
OF COURSE YOU WERE MISSED HOW COULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT YOU WEREN’T I DON’T EVEN SEE YOU ON SKYPE AND I WANTED TO SMOTHER YOU WITH LOVE ON SKYPE BUT I DON’T SEE YOU SO I’LL JUST HAVE TO SMOTHER YOU ON HERE <3 <3
ASDFGHJKL LET ME LOVE YOU PRECIOUS CHILD
-rolls around in feels-
//-pets face- good choice love
//NO FUCK YOU!!! I DO WHAT I WANT
//BUT OF COURSE LOVE~
//IT AMAZES ME THAT I STILL MANAGED TO GET LOVE EVEN THOUGH I’VE BEEN GONE FOOOOOOREEEEEVER
//Wow…. A lot of stuff has happened huh?