Thread: A Dragon Queen and Wolf King (Myself and Fantasy)

A lot of those in the Great Hall looked nervous and worried about their fates. The only worry that Myrissa had was if she was worse off in these people's hands than she was the Lannisters. The royal family would be angry and what if they decided to sneakily take it out on her family? Slightly she frowned at the thought. They weren't stupid so maybe they wouldn't do anything since it wasn't her families fault. Many of the men were gathering up in there no doubt to see who all they had as captives now. A lot of those in here were servants which only made her stick out like a sore thumb with her 'nicer' dress made if finer material. She couldn't really place a name to most of the people and only knew what house they were from because of the colors they wore as well as the sigils on their armor and swords. The male that came up towards her had a direwolf sigil, she noticed, and his presence screamed the one in charge. Even though everyone and their mother seemed to be declaring themselves royalty lately, she didn't plan on doing anything that could come off as insulting or rude and cause them to want to kill her, rip or tongue out, or maybe even do both. She had to keep herself alive and to do that one had to play the game, say the right things, or give the correct titles that people expected. I am a lion, but of the Stormlands, Your Grace. Seeing as her family was sided with Joffrey she didn't expect them to see her as being any different than the Lannisters. As he stood there for the short time it took for the boats to arrive, Jon was glad that Ghost was off in the woods somewhere. Having not wanted his direwolf to die along with him, he had the white wolf take off. Even though Ghost couldn't get off Dragonstone, that didn't mean he wasn't smart. Being a good hunter he could easily dodge anyone hunting him. Even if they could have found him, it would be extremely hard to kill a wolf that size without dying in the process. At least he was still safe and hidden somewhere out there. When the attackers did reach shore and were taking out the rest of the forces here, people that didn't look to be of Westeros or Dorne had come at him. With his hands tied he couldn't exactly do much, but that didn't mean he hadn't given a good effort fight back and try to get away. Being that his hands were bound, it wasn't long before that little show of stupidity on his part was over. No one could say when he was killed that he hadn't gone down fighting at every turn. Being taken to the Great Hall most of the others there were women and servants. Most all of them looked scared and he couldn't really blame them. Usually nothing good happened to those survivors when an enemy took their lords land and castle. They were either forced to join their side and die. This wasn't even taking into consideration the servants were usually given off to men in the army to use as whores after a battle celebration. Losses were usually worse when it came to men using camp followers or servants for a release. A woman with white blonde hair had come in shortly after and it would have been a lie to say he wasn't a little surprised that a woman had led this attack. He wasn't sure who she was, seeing as the Targaryens were all said to be dead just as dragons were said to be extinct. He just stood there waiting for it to be said he was going down to be executed though it did weigh of his mind who most of these people were that had attacked this place. A lot of them looked to be foreign, yet that blonde girl had a different kind of 'foreign' look that he hadn't seen before. His dark eyes glanced around at the people when she spoke up. Everyone seemed to turn their heads looking at him. Had he been unsure who she was talking to, all the eyes on him would have made it very clear. His eyes went towards the guards by him before taking a few steps forward and having his gaze fall on her. Jon Snow, My Lady. Whoever she was, she had the posture and demeanor of a highborn. What family she was from, he wasn't entirely sure.