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cmk418Here's my second set of Bingo prompts, done chronologically:
Kings Landing - 155 words
Kings Landing (155)
Arya doesn’t like it here. She doesn’t know anyone except for her family, the King, and those awful Lannisters. Yes, she knows that it’s helping Father to be here and Sansa loves it. Well, hang Sansa, she only loves it because Joffrey is here and she is going to be Queen someday. Queen Sansa. Arya can’t think of anything more revolting than that, having to bow and mince before her own sister. She’d as soon be a Wildling.
The one spot that Arya does enjoy is the place with the dragon skulls. She wishes that she was alive during the age of the Targaryens when dragons flew freely in the skies. She imagines being able to ride one and perhaps fly it low enough to breathe fire on Joffrey’s head. It would serve him right for killing the butcher’s boy. She walks the halls, talking to the dragons of the past, and feels much better.
Dragonstone - 141 words
The terrain is unwelcoming to ships, perhaps it was by design. She hears the cries before she can see them, the great screeching howls of the winged beasts. Yara is a child of the sea, more at home there than on land, most Ironborn were. She cannot imagine being aloft on the back of one of those creatures. This land has been made for them, overwhelming and intimidating.
In stark contrast to the land is the Queen, Daenerys moves to greet them, her tiny figure dwarfed by the landscape. She looks out of place in the land of her birth, not yet where she belongs.
Yara is here to help Daenerys get to that place. With Yara’s small fleet of ships and assistance from allies in Dorne and Highgarden, the Dragon Queen will be able to take back the Iron Throne.
Meereen - 164 words
Daario waited. He never wanted to be left behind, but his Queen has asked this of him, and he was loathe to refuse her. The transfer of power was happening more slowly than he’d liked and he’d had to break up more fights than he’d expected. He’d picked up a few more scars along the way, before long, he might start to resemble that lapdog Mormont she kept with her. He’d last heard she’d gone home to Dragonstone. He wondered how much longer it would be before she sent for him.
The raven he received from Tyrion Lannister a few days later stated they would be making a move soon. They had been joined by a Jon Snow who called himself “The King of the North”. Tyrion’s letter hinted that Daenerys was intrigued with the man. Daario scoffed. He could tell by the name that this Snow was a bastard, and no bastard, self-proclaimed king or not, would be good enough for his Queen.
Winterfell - 672 words
“Milady, would you like to stop?” Podrick asked Brienne as his sword connected with her armor for the second time during their training session. She wasn’t often distracted when they sparred and often criticized him when she exposed a mental lapse on his part.
“We cannot stop, Podrick. No matter if…” she paused, shaking her head. “The army of the dead will not stop. We cannot stop.”
“Yes, milady,” he said, assuming a combat stance once again.
She took a swing at him with her sword. He stepped out of the way of the blow. She swung again, completely missing him. “Seven hells,” she cursed. “Do something.”
He swung out a leg, something that both Arya and Bronn had taught him, and managed to catch Brienne below the knees, knocking her off balance. She stared up with him from her spot on the ground. “That was very good, Podrick. Very good.”
He reached a hand toward her to help her to her feet. “Thank you,” he said. Compliments from her were few and far between.
“I’m glad you have learned other skills. There are times when it’s wise not to follow the rules of combat. Perhaps you should train with Arya more.”
“I prefer to train with you.”
“I have taught you all I can.”
“Milady, I am your sworn squire. Ser Jamie gave me to you, just as he gave that sword you carry.”
“Blast that man,” Brienne said.
“Oh.” Podrick took a step away from her.
“Oh? What is that supposed to mean?”
“You love him.”
“What?” Her voice rose an octave. Podrick winced at the sharp, shrill tone.
“You’ve been distracted since Lady Stark received the raven that he was coming here.”
“There is much bad blood between the Starks and the Lannisters. I would not like to see his spilled after I’d done so much to protect him.”
“You testified very eloquently on his behalf.”
“You were listening?”
“I am your squire, Milady. But before I was yours, I was his. I was equally prepared to vouch for Ser Jamie.”
“And how does this translate in your mind into love on my part?”
“I’ve seen how you look at him.”
“Would that be the same way you look at Lady Sansa?”
“Lady Sansa is a beautiful woman. You have sworn to protect her and I have sworn to serve you.”
“Would you be here if you were not sworn to me?”
“If I were not sworn to you, I would still be in the service of Ser Jamie.”
“Thank you, Pod. That’s what I needed to know.” She sheathed her sword and started to walk away from him.
“Wait,” he said. The words began to spill out of him in a rush. “I do not know what you wish me to say. I would not have met you had it not been for Ser Jamie. I will forever be in his debt for that kindness. For ages, I have wanted to escape Kings Landing. People there knew me as the executioner’s son. They expected me to be something I was not. And before you say it, you are not the means to an end. It was just a happy coincidence. I prayed to the Seven for deliverance and they sent me to you. You never needed anyone to protect you, Lady Brienne. I knew that the moment I set eyes on you. Ser Jamie gave me my freedom by putting me into your service.”
“Very well. If you want to leave, I will not hold you.”
“I am staying of my own free will. I will stay and fight by your side. And when this war against the dead is over… perhaps you will see me as something more than a squire.”
She sighed and he turned away from her. “If I am to do that, we both will need to survive. Pick up your sword, Pod, and let’s start again.”
He took his sword, feeling the best he’d ever felt, and got into a position to strike.
Kings Landing - 155 words
Kings Landing (155)
Arya doesn’t like it here. She doesn’t know anyone except for her family, the King, and those awful Lannisters. Yes, she knows that it’s helping Father to be here and Sansa loves it. Well, hang Sansa, she only loves it because Joffrey is here and she is going to be Queen someday. Queen Sansa. Arya can’t think of anything more revolting than that, having to bow and mince before her own sister. She’d as soon be a Wildling.
The one spot that Arya does enjoy is the place with the dragon skulls. She wishes that she was alive during the age of the Targaryens when dragons flew freely in the skies. She imagines being able to ride one and perhaps fly it low enough to breathe fire on Joffrey’s head. It would serve him right for killing the butcher’s boy. She walks the halls, talking to the dragons of the past, and feels much better.
Dragonstone - 141 words
The terrain is unwelcoming to ships, perhaps it was by design. She hears the cries before she can see them, the great screeching howls of the winged beasts. Yara is a child of the sea, more at home there than on land, most Ironborn were. She cannot imagine being aloft on the back of one of those creatures. This land has been made for them, overwhelming and intimidating.
In stark contrast to the land is the Queen, Daenerys moves to greet them, her tiny figure dwarfed by the landscape. She looks out of place in the land of her birth, not yet where she belongs.
Yara is here to help Daenerys get to that place. With Yara’s small fleet of ships and assistance from allies in Dorne and Highgarden, the Dragon Queen will be able to take back the Iron Throne.
Meereen - 164 words
Daario waited. He never wanted to be left behind, but his Queen has asked this of him, and he was loathe to refuse her. The transfer of power was happening more slowly than he’d liked and he’d had to break up more fights than he’d expected. He’d picked up a few more scars along the way, before long, he might start to resemble that lapdog Mormont she kept with her. He’d last heard she’d gone home to Dragonstone. He wondered how much longer it would be before she sent for him.
The raven he received from Tyrion Lannister a few days later stated they would be making a move soon. They had been joined by a Jon Snow who called himself “The King of the North”. Tyrion’s letter hinted that Daenerys was intrigued with the man. Daario scoffed. He could tell by the name that this Snow was a bastard, and no bastard, self-proclaimed king or not, would be good enough for his Queen.
Winterfell - 672 words
“Milady, would you like to stop?” Podrick asked Brienne as his sword connected with her armor for the second time during their training session. She wasn’t often distracted when they sparred and often criticized him when she exposed a mental lapse on his part.
“We cannot stop, Podrick. No matter if…” she paused, shaking her head. “The army of the dead will not stop. We cannot stop.”
“Yes, milady,” he said, assuming a combat stance once again.
She took a swing at him with her sword. He stepped out of the way of the blow. She swung again, completely missing him. “Seven hells,” she cursed. “Do something.”
He swung out a leg, something that both Arya and Bronn had taught him, and managed to catch Brienne below the knees, knocking her off balance. She stared up with him from her spot on the ground. “That was very good, Podrick. Very good.”
He reached a hand toward her to help her to her feet. “Thank you,” he said. Compliments from her were few and far between.
“I’m glad you have learned other skills. There are times when it’s wise not to follow the rules of combat. Perhaps you should train with Arya more.”
“I prefer to train with you.”
“I have taught you all I can.”
“Milady, I am your sworn squire. Ser Jamie gave me to you, just as he gave that sword you carry.”
“Blast that man,” Brienne said.
“Oh.” Podrick took a step away from her.
“Oh? What is that supposed to mean?”
“You love him.”
“What?” Her voice rose an octave. Podrick winced at the sharp, shrill tone.
“You’ve been distracted since Lady Stark received the raven that he was coming here.”
“There is much bad blood between the Starks and the Lannisters. I would not like to see his spilled after I’d done so much to protect him.”
“You testified very eloquently on his behalf.”
“You were listening?”
“I am your squire, Milady. But before I was yours, I was his. I was equally prepared to vouch for Ser Jamie.”
“And how does this translate in your mind into love on my part?”
“I’ve seen how you look at him.”
“Would that be the same way you look at Lady Sansa?”
“Lady Sansa is a beautiful woman. You have sworn to protect her and I have sworn to serve you.”
“Would you be here if you were not sworn to me?”
“If I were not sworn to you, I would still be in the service of Ser Jamie.”
“Thank you, Pod. That’s what I needed to know.” She sheathed her sword and started to walk away from him.
“Wait,” he said. The words began to spill out of him in a rush. “I do not know what you wish me to say. I would not have met you had it not been for Ser Jamie. I will forever be in his debt for that kindness. For ages, I have wanted to escape Kings Landing. People there knew me as the executioner’s son. They expected me to be something I was not. And before you say it, you are not the means to an end. It was just a happy coincidence. I prayed to the Seven for deliverance and they sent me to you. You never needed anyone to protect you, Lady Brienne. I knew that the moment I set eyes on you. Ser Jamie gave me my freedom by putting me into your service.”
“Very well. If you want to leave, I will not hold you.”
“I am staying of my own free will. I will stay and fight by your side. And when this war against the dead is over… perhaps you will see me as something more than a squire.”
She sighed and he turned away from her. “If I am to do that, we both will need to survive. Pick up your sword, Pod, and let’s start again.”
He took his sword, feeling the best he’d ever felt, and got into a position to strike.
