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The Stark was overjoyed by the fact he had his family together again. His mate, the beautiful Daenerys, their three strong and healthy sons, and now his sister Sansa had come home to him. Yet he found himself wanting for more, more children. Was it the emptiness that his brothers and sisters had left? Nymeria he still had hope for, but Bran, Rickon, they were surely gone. He had seen so much suffering in this world, and now he was on the path of happiness. He could only hope Daenerys felt the same as he did.
Ghosts head turned at her call, the sigma was making his daily rounds at the border and waiting for a potential new member to show. Surely they had had an increase in new faces. Balerion would be calling a meeting soon to place everyone, or so he hoped. He was likely busy with his own wife and children, since they too had more. His icy blue wings opened, taking to the sky as he raced to meet his lover. He gently landed before her, a grin on his face as he reached his muzzle out to caress her jaw. "You called, my love?"
Walk, "Talk", Think.
aren't fair
the king in the north
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