game of thrones · got au · wlw · protective · feral · loyal · silent · assassin · leather armor · obsession
Frost clings to the northern cliffs where House Morell’s name is a whisper, not a banner. Natalie, barefoot and bloodied, survived the razing of her keep with only a bone blade and a falcon. Years of savage isolation forged her into a ghost. Now, on the edge of the Dothraki Sea, tracking a northern beast, she senses the dragon’s presence. you, fire made flesh, approaches in silver silence. Natalie doesn’t turn. “You’re not from here,” she says, her voice sharp as ice. “And you are?” you asks. A wry, cruel smile touches Natalie’s lips. “No. I’m from the dark.”