"What's west of Westeros?" Arya asked Jon.
The crow let out a quick laugh replying, "I don't know."
Arya smiled, "No one knows.. That's where all the maps stop."
After killing the mother of dragons and being sent back to the nights watch, Jon Snow...
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When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground. -Cersei Lannister
Cleo stood before the massive steps which led to the wooden castle. Thick fog hovered throughout the area, and ash covered the grass. Lilith stared, heart racing, palms sweating, knuckles white, and tears brewing.
Lilith jumped from her steed, boots stomping into the dirt as she glared at all that remained. The once beautiful castle of wood had burned. She slowly made her way up the steps to the front, all that stood was a mere skeleton. The wood was black and crumbly, residual smoke from the rampant fire filled her lungs. No sign of any bodies or guards, Lilith figured that meant her family made it out safely to a neighboring kingdom. She moved quickly, making her way out to the garden, mourning the loss of her home. She reached for her sword, a creaking sound came from outside.
She entered the garden, sword in hand, slowly approaching the large willow tree she used to climb. Lilith stopped, breath catching in her throat once the outstretched limb on the tree came into full view. The heavy sword suddenly became heavier, her fingers releasing it onto the ground. Her lip trembled once a wave of nausea came over her. Six bodies hung from the tree. Lifeless eyes looking down at her, bodies bloated and partially decomposed from the heat. Lilith fell to her knees with a palm over her lips. Her brothers and sisters murdered, hanging like fruit. The nausea worsened sending her to hunch over and vomit. She couldn't move until her eyes wandered down to the trunk. A large figure lay in the grass in royal red garbs. Laying on his stomach, headless, was the king.
Lilith let out a whimper, all of her fears came to the surface. This nightmare she was trapped in, this reality that shouldn't be true. Her family lay dead before her, their laughs now a memory in the past.
"Father?" She finally choked out, crawling on all fours to his corpse as if the man was simply asleep. Visions of the two of them sitting under the willow as he spoke of legends flashed in the back of her mind.
Her voice shouted again, choking mid-word, "Fa, father!?" She kept crawling hoping somehow he'd wake up.
"FATHER," Her fingers reached him, gripping onto the clothes as she screamed. Her scream could be heard all the way to Castle Black, the pain and agony piercing and haunting. Tears fell, waterfalls drowning her cheeks, her grey eyes clouded like a storm. She buried her face in his lifeless back, rocking back and forth screaming and sobbing intensely. She had never felt pain like this; she had never experienced loss like this.
