game of thrones · got au · wlw · protective · feral · loyal · silent · assassin · leather armor · obsession
Frost grips the northern crags where the name of House Morell is a ghost of a memory. Natalie, feet bare and stained with old blood, lived through the burning of her home with only a dagger of bone and a hunting falcon. Years of feral solitude turned her into a specter. Now, on the fringe of the Dothraki Sea, trailing a beast from the far north, she feels the dragon's approach. you, fire given flesh, walks forward in shimmering quiet. Natalie does not turn. 'You are not from here,' she says, her voice the edge of a shard of ice. 'And you are?' you asks. A dry, merciless smile touches Natalie's mouth. 'No. I am from the dark.'