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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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Unspoken words

warning : big angst, emotional, hurt/comfort, hurt, little comfort, kiss, blood, wounds, tw:death, no use of Y/n

Charlie Walker x fem reader

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It was supposed to be a party like any other. A Stabathon in the barn all the students together in one place to celebrate horror and almost honour Ghostface. A party organised by Charlie Walker and Roobie Mercer.

An event that should bring them fun, joy and glory at least for the night. Including their mutual friend and member of the film club.

Who helped them prepare everything and make sure everything went smoothly.

The brown-haired man let his gaze wander over the crowd, himself standing a little apart with Robbie, watching his work.

His grip on the plastic cup tightened a little as a smile came to his lips. It's going to be our massacre tonight, he thought, sipping his drink. Knowing that tonight he and Jill would get what they wanted.

Fame, glory, bravery and their sacrifices. They had talked it all through, planned it all for months. Every single thing talked through. Everything would be perfect.

Although he felt the thought of killing Kirby at first, Jill made him realise what she had done to him. That she had only used him, that she didn't love him, he also came to the conclusion that she had only used him.

The blonde had only used him. Before his blue eyes settled on her. And he felt the warmth come to his cheeks.

His classmate and film club member whom he liked more and more. Until he realised that he had lost his heart to her. Unlike Kirby, she didn't make fun of him, didn't take advantage of him and was mean.

No, she paid attention to him, showed interest in his things and was always nice and friendly to him. They had even met several times, watched films together, talked about the staff series.

She had already reached for his hand when she was frightened. He had felt her rapid heartbeat, her fear, and had even taken her in his arms for a moment.

He was almost one hundred percent sure that she also felt something for him. ,,The evening is going really well," he suddenly heard her voice as she came over to them.

She herself had asked for a drink and stood with her friends. ,,It's going perfectly, thanks again for helping" Charlie said and she gave him a smile which he returned.

He felt the tingle in his stomach as she stood next to him. The way she smiled, her eyes following the film.

She murmured the sentences along lightly.You are safe he thought and felt his nervousness calm down a little. He knew you had no place in his and Jill's plan, you wouldn't be a victim either.

He had often imagined you running up to him the next day, dressed in bandages and plasters, coming back to school with Jill as a hero.

How you would hug him, maybe even confess your feelings before he hugged you back and mourned him together.

Everything would be perfect. The film continued and he saw you suddenly get a message, a look of joy told him it must be something good before you put your phone away again and said, ,,I'll be right back, get me another drink". The two boys nodded before playfully waving goodbye.

Before his and Jill's plan slowly came to fruition. The party broke down, Ghostface ominously appeared and the police came before the selected group of victims gathered at Kirby's house.

There too, everything went as planned and even when Jill disappeared at some point, he knew exactly what he had to do.

Knew exactly where which knives were, knew exactly when to strike. Knew exactly when he and Jill had to take care of killing Kirby.

Before there was a sudden knock on the door and he looked out into the hallway. ,,What are you doing here?" he asked, completely stunned, and felt how he would have liked to walk out with you again.

He would have grabbed you and taken you to safety. He saw her holding her mobile phone out to him and saw that Jill had sent you a message earlier in the barn.

That you should come to a little party round. Jill what have you done? he thought in shock and was about to tell you to leave when he realised that Jill and he had to go through with his plan if they were going to make it. ,,Just sit down here and wait a minute," he said rather hastily and put a glass of water in your hand.

The last thing he needed was for her to get drunk. ,,Charlie...are you all right?" she asked him suddenly, holding his wrist. He felt his heart tighten, felt sick as he realised the danger you were in.

He swallowed and searched his feelings for you for a way out. ,,Yeah, yeah, everything's fine, don't worry," he said and gave her a small smile, which she returned and continued to look at the staff alone, convinced that he would get the friends.

He gave her one last look before he disappeared and began to play his role. Killed Robbie his so-called friend. Learned his secret which did not protect him from death.

Before he and Jill pulled the play, he lured Kirby out and plunged the knife into her stomach. Killing her and moving on, he was about to continue the plan when he heard a scream.

A scream that made him stop, made his heart pound with fear, made him sweat with fear and he felt himself panic.

He called out her name, gripping the knife tighter to keep from going berserk before running back into the living room. ,,No," came the quietly stunned sound from his lips. The blood-soaked knife fell from his hand as he dropped to his knees beside her.

He could see the blood pouring out of her belly from the multiple knife wounds. Her hands could barely muster the strength or pressure to press against it.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and a puddle of blood formed underneath her. ,,Ch-Charlie" said so quietly that he was afraid he had imagined it. ,,Everything is going to be all right...I'm here," he said, his vision blurring slightly as tears formed in his eyes.

Before he pulled himself lightly into his shot she groaned painfully and whimpered before her bloody hands seemed to seek his. ,,I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," he said, crying, and reached for her hand, squeezing it, feeling the sticky blood on her hand. He felt how she seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

She shook her head slightly as best she could, coughing, gasping blood staining her lips. ,,N-No Charlie...you-you're safe" she said and he realised that even though she was dying her feelings were so strong that she cared for him.

A desperate smile came to his lips as he brushed a few strands of hair from her face, still holding her close. ,,I-I should have stayed with you...she shouldn't have dared," he said and for a moment he thought he saw something like realisation in her gaze.

Saw her expression turn into a tortured one. ,,Please-please stay....with me," she said, seeming to ignore the fact that he was Ghostface.

She didn't seem to care. ,,I promise I will. I won't leave you," he said, feeling her squeeze his hand lightly. ,,I-I have to tell you-" she interrupted herself with another cough before whimpering again as tears continued to run down her cheeks. ,,Don't talk," Charlie tried to reassure her, afraid that every second she strained would only make her die faster.

But she shook her head again slightly and her one hand slipped from his.

Before she gently rested her hand on his cheek with trembling fingers. She felt his warmth and was glad to have him with her. Before she said her last words, ,,Charlie...I-I love you". She confessed her love to him and he wanted to say it back.

But she was dead, her hand slipped from his cheek and the other slipped from his grasp.

All tension seemed to leave her body, her gaze became dull and no longer focused on him. ,,I love you too," he replied quietly, accepting what he had done before gently laying her on the floor before doing what he had wanted to do for so long.

He kissed her and felt her still warm soft lips on his. But he would never get another kiss from her. She was dead. The girl he loved was dead.

She had died because of him, he could have protected her but he had not. It was he who led to her death. Because what killed her were lies. They were unspoken words.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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~ Blood ~

warning : childbirth, blood, very emotional, hurt, angst, no comfort

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Pregnant. She was actually pregnant. And she wanted to scream. Scream with frustration and anger because of what she had to endure. Crying because she was afraid, afraid of the birth process. Knowing that it could kill her. That she could infect her child with the curse.

The child could die before that, she wanted nothing but to scream. And for a brief moment she wished she was back in King's Landing with Rhaenrya in her arms. Together in the garden under the werewood tree, cuddling, laughing, talking. She wanted to see her dragoness again.

But she also wanted to see Daemon and Caraxes again, to feel the wind high above the clouds. But the feeling that the chains of her duties were tightening around her was only getting worse.

She knew that this would not be possible. She didn't have to look up from the floor to Otto to realize that he was going to lock her in an even smaller golden cage. She could still feel his hand on hers. He had gotten what he wanted if the birth worked, and she did not die in the process, he would get the north indirectly.

If she died and before that her uncle continued as heir, there would be a conflict. No...she knew that Otto would rather renounce Bear Island than not get what he wanted. But for that one small moment when their eyes met. For a fraction, she swore she could see happiness and joy in his eyes.

A father always looks forward to a child, she thought, and painfully her insides contracted as she realized that her parents would never get to see their grandchild. ,,Congratulations my dear" she heard him say before he pulled her close.

For a moment he embraced her and seemed to want to protect her. She felt his rapid heartbeat in his chest. He was excited. But whether it was because he was going to be a father again or because his plan was going ahead, she didn't know. ,,Thank you Otto" she said powerlessly and sadder than it should come across.

Before he broke away from her as quickly as he had embraced her. ,,Ser, if I may suggest that you notify Lord Hightower and we give your wife some rest. Not that she might fall over" he said and pointed to her slightly out of it state. ,,Of course...I'll be back soon" he said and stroked her hand one last time before he went out.

As soon as the door closed she felt the tears gathering in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. ,,Not so child" the master said and gave her a cloth. The crying took away the pain for a short moment. As if hope had not died. As if she still had a chance for her two dragons. A chance to survive. Not only her, her child as well and her whole house. House Mormont would continue to survive. She saw the older man sit down with a sigh and stroke his white beard.

There was thought and yet knowledge in his gaze as he watched her. ,,My dear, it's a child, I can't say anything about the child's sex...but tell me in your look I see deep fear and despair. If it is a birth, I have given birth to many children, including the queen," he began and she laughed sadly. ,,The queen...she-she once told me that the birth of her son was easy," she said and fell silent.

She started several times and fell silent. Her fingers ran over the silver rings. But she could not get the matter out of her mind. My curse, she thought feverishly, her hand tangled in the cloth. ,,Whatever it is, if it concerns the birth, please tell me. Not that there will be complications later" he said gently, but his sternness was audible for a moment.

What she could not blame him for. ,,Are you familiar with my house?" she asked and saw his short nod. ,,Did you know my mother?" she asked next. ,,Well, not personally, I saw her decades ago with your father, but we didn't talk, you weren't born yet," he said, and that would have to be enough. The longer everything would take, the more complicated everything would become.

And kill them after all. ,,In our bloodline of my house there is a curse...it can be obtained only by women it could influence the birth considerably if I can't suppress it" she said and saw him thinking.

His hands stroked his bard again. In his head he seemed to be searching for answers. Answers for a cure, answers for a simple birth, answers that would help her. ,,I had always thought it was a legend, a myth, something told in old stories," he said, but his interest and caution were clear to hear. She did not blame him, on the other hand she knew that there was no cure. Only death.

But that was something she could not afford in this conflict. Not dying for her family, not dying for her place-her duty, not dying for Rhaenyra and Daemond. Not dying for her place in the world. ,,Do you want to see it?" she asked immediately afterwards and rose. Her hand was already on her sword belt. ,,It would at least broaden my understanding and recognize the signs," he said, taking the blank book before dipping the quill in the ink and nodding to her.

Taking off her sword belt with longclaw and putting it on one of the tables, she breathed one last time. One last breath before the pain moved through her body, into every groove, into every muscle, into every bone. Everything seemed to be broken, twisted, and torn out. Her fingers became claws and her teeth sharp enough to bite a head effortlessly. The fur grew over her body, warm and protective.

Her body broke and after a short moment stood as a bear in front of the man. She stood there still, careful not to frighten him or make any noise that might alert the guards. The master eagerly wrote everything down before slowly rising and holding out his hand to her. ,,May I?" he asked and she took a step towards him. He would not hurt her. There were still friends among enemies even in the most hopeless situations.

He ran his hand over her fur and continued to write. For a moment she even found it amusing...but the pleasure faded. She had no constancy here. Only when he sat down again and nodded to her did she change back. No less painful, but all the worse for being back.

Straightening her clothes and taking a moment, she took her sword again. ,,You are a remarkable woman, Lady Mormont," he said, reading through his writings again. ,,Do you think so?" she asked, slightly unsure. Not knowing how to interpret this. ,,My lady, looking at your life, you should have been dead...but this power or curse as you call it is the old magic from the past...which unfortunately does not make it less dangerous for birth" he said sadly but she realized what he was getting at.

She knew it since her brother wanted to publicly denounce her mother and his sister in the hall. She knew that her mother had only one child because the curse would not have allowed more. She knew about the horrible birth on her side. She knew how her mother had suffered because of the documents of the advisor.

She had almost turned several times, destroyed the bed, seriously injured a person and Y/N had almost died. She knew how bloody it would get. Not having siblings was the blessing by the curse of the Mormonts. ,,However, because of your husband and Lord Hightower, this remains between us...but the birth I am trying to find a solution until then you must suppress it" he said shaking his head in concern and she nodded understanding. It wouldn't come any other way she reminded herself and in that quiet moment they both heard footsteps in the hallway.

Buckling her belt again she forced a small smile on her lips. She could not lose face in front of the lord. Not until she was back on Bear Island. The door opened quickly and Otto stood there with his brother and his wife. ,,Lady Y/n! I'm so glad my prayer to the seven has been answered," Lady Hightower said happily and gave her a quick hug.

Before Lord Hightower also embraced her for a shorter moment. ,,You are a good woman and make my brother and our house very happy," said the elder of the two brothers.

She saw how Otto had returned to his old self, no smile on his lips, but in his eyes there was again that perhaps as if he had already thought out the moves. ,,Yes, I am proud of her and for the time she will be here," Otto said and stood next to her again. ,,Now then, my brother will show you your private room for your rest and the child. You will need to rest and recuperate for the next few months, our master will accompany you," Lord Hightower said before the small group set off for the room.

Once there, she was pleased to find that it was larger, more space in case of transformation, space for her attacks, space to direct her rage against the mobeliare and the stone. ,,Thank you, my Lord, I hope it will be a quick and quiet birth," she said softly and put a hand on her belly. Before she took Otto's hand and squeezed it lightly. I must survive, please, old gods, she prayed as she looked towards the bed.

And for a moment the bed seemed stained with blood, but this was the chicanery of her broken mind. ,,Well then, welcome to Old Town Lady Mormont, make yourselves comfortable in your home," Lord Hightower said before walking out with his wife.

Momentarily, she turned and looked at him, angry and stunned. ,,Home? Lock me up here, I want to give birth on Bear Island like my mother," she demanded, keeping her voice low. But the cold and anger were clearly audible. ,,And let you die like your mother and lose the child?" he asked, his venom burning into her skin. ,,How dare you!" she cursed at him and she lashed out with her hand before punching him.

A red mark formed after a few seconds as she looked at him, breathing heavily with anger. ,,Don't you ever talk about my family in such a disrespectful way again. I am your wife and it depends on me without me you have nothing!" she hissed coldly at him and saw his fingers forming a fist again and again. His dark eyes were full of hate, disappointment and venom. And for a moment she was sure he was going to kill her.

He would stab her with a poisonous dagger and watch her die of her own blood. ,,Without me, you have no north or crown under your finger. Without me, you are just a second born son of a noble family" she told him her truth. Before she saw how he rolled out with a speed she would not have thought him capable of, and a sharp pain spread across her face. She felt something warm on her face. Blood.

A disapproving laugh came over her lips as she wiped away the blood from her slightly split lip and examined it. ,,If I find out that you are trying to harm the child, I will have everyone on Bear Island killed. Everything and everyone. I'll burn down the north, sell you to the men of Flea Bottom and then you know what I'll have?" he asked so coldly that she knew he was speaking the truth.

She heard that his threat was possible. She knew that it had only a certain value. ,,I still have the crown, I still have the power as a hand while you die raped and violated in the filth of the scum and your house goes down" he said and came a step closer to her before his fingers lay on her belly. ,,If you change during birth or anything here your commander dies, for every mistake you suffer...your threat becomes worthless my dear wife" he whispered to her before letting go of her and walking out. As the closing of the door passed into space it was the anger and helplessness that took her.

Her grip on her sword increased. ,, Wretched bastard!" she cursed loudly and with one swift stroke she plunged the sword into the nearest piece of furniture she could see within a few seconds. From the closet, to the dresser, to the bed and the desk. Deep furrows and cracks appeared on the walls. And her screams echoed around the room.

Before she put Longclaw back, exhausted and breathing heavily. Her gaze remained fixed on the mirror, broken, she looked like a monster again. But it was the smile that made her seem all the more threatening. She would have liked to cry, but it would have been useless. She was involved in her own conflict again.

She could not afford it. She had to do her duty. ,,One day I'm going to kill you," she said before leaving the room to find her commander. I have to make up for this disadvantage as soon as possible, she thought, biting her lip before walking down the hall to get back to the yard. She knew the Hightowers had an extra annex for low-ranking guests.

She bet her men were there...or not already dead. Opening the doors to the courtyard she called to Alyssa who came running to her from the stable in a few moments. At least you're okay she thought a little reassured and stroked the fur briefly before they continued walking. But after a few moments she realized that the terrain was too big to run through on foot.

Sitting on Alyssa, she rode across the large grounds. ,,Commander to me!" she shouted, but it seemed as if they were too far away. Too far away to be heard by her lady. Too far to protect her. Only in the last meters she saw a small extra annex. ,,There they must be," she murmured to Alyssa and dismounted before ordering the bear to guard the door.

Her one hand was on Longclaw, afraid of what she would find. When she opened the door it was quiet in the building. She saw the beds and the simple but sufficient material. Before she heard a noise from above. Drawing her sword, she went up the stairs, her heart beating faster with each creak of the steps.

She raised her sword to strike as she heard footsteps coming in her direction. ,,Don't Y/n!" the person shouted and the sword dug into the wood next to him. ,,Commander! Damn it, why didn't you say anything?" she yelled at him, answering the question herself when she saw that the men were bathing. ,,Sorry, my lady, it won't happen again," he said, bowing slightly. ,,Get ready, I need all of you" she instructed and waited a few minutes until at least her commander was dressed again.

Before she went with him to his own small room. Slamming the door and not sitting down, she searched the room for paper. ,,Your lip was it?" he asked, upset because he didn't want to embarrass her in front of her men. ,,So what if I hit him first, but not that hard," she said, turning him away. ,,My lady, what's going on?" asked the older one, now getting nervous as well. ,,We are losing. In this whole game for the throne, our side is losing. The child is the last thing that seems to stand in the way of conflict...everything is threatening to fall apart, I'm almost at the end," she said hurriedly, her hands pulling her hair. ,,You are pregnant?" he asked and stood up to go to her.

She nodded silently, seeing his relief, but his understanding returned. He also seemed to realize what it would mean. ,,If I die, he will take Bear Island and the north in a war. There will be no war with the child, but my uncle and his wife and the child will not survive," she said, letting go of her hair.

Her commander wanted to embrace her, but she refused. ,,Enough suffering and crying. I want you to write a letter to Lord Stark telling him about my pregnancy, my problem that I can't get away from here, and Otto's threat to please send him men to Bear Island and kill any of the green ones who should be there" she ordered and saw him already starting to write. ,,I want you near me in case I need you. Keep your eyes and ears open if anything happens, or if anyone tries to harm you, report it," she ordered, seeing his nod. ,,Of course Lady Mormont" he said before she went to the door.

There she paused for a moment. She looked at her long-time reliable subordinate and foster father. ,,I'll write the letters to the crown...and if anyone tries anything that strikes you as odd, kill them, we can't afford any mistakes" she said coldly before closing the door and walking out.

She passed the rest of her men who saluted and went out to ride back on Alyssa. Leaving Alyssa at the stable, she went back into the castle, noticing that the broken furniture had already been moved out. Nothing is safe in the room at the moment she knew and decided to go to the master's room just for a moment. ,,Lady Mormont, how can I help you?" he asked, looking up from his writings. ,,Your lip," he stated calmly and seemed to be already looking for some tinctures. ,,Some new furniture for my golden birthing cage would be good, and paper and pencil, I have to write two more letters" she said, watching as he weighed on a stack of papers. Settling down she began to write.

My dearest Rhaenyra

I come with good and bad news. I am pregnant. It seems to be a miracle or the providence of the old gods. I am in Old Town with the green ones. Rhaenyra I write this as a warning to you and Daemon. Otto is keeping me here for the next nine months max he wants to keep me here. I have taken a heavy blow, but House Stark keeps my island and lands safe, I hope. Be careful what you do. I will come to your wedding if I ever get away. Rhaenyra my dragon please answer quickly I feel without you the ice will surround me and destroy everything without your flame.

Yours Y/n Mormont

Finishing the letter she rolled it up small and handed it to the master who attached it to one of his ravens and went to the window to let it out. ,,He will find his way," said the elder and continued to mix the tinctures. Before she took the next paper and wrote the letter for Daemon.

My dearest Daemon

You were right about everything, the greens are a disease that must be destroyed. They hold me captive through my pregnancy. I will not get off the island. Pregnant so it is unfortunately or not I can not say yet. I have already written a letter to our little flame. I warn you to take care of yourself and Rhaenyra. I protect my territory through the Starks, but I fear that I will see your fire and Caraxes only at Rhaenyra's wedding. I need you more than ever.

Your warrior

She finished writing and examined the writing for a moment. Please write quickly, both of you, she hoped, handing the second letter to the master before she heard the raven fly out.

She saw the master approach her and give her a cream before applying the herb-scented cream to the wound. ,,Do it for a few days so there is no swelling and it heals quickly" he assured her and she thanked him. ,,Thank you for your help" she said softly and turned the cream a little in her hands.

She knew that besides her own men, only he seemed to be an ally. ,,It's only natural to help you," he waved her off, but the small smile made it clear that he was there for her. She knew that for the moment she could do nothing but wait. To wait for answers, to wait for the months to pass.

To wait not to die. That's what she did. She waited so that days became weeks. Weeks of training in the Hightower courtyard with Longclaw and Alyssa for as long as she could.

Trained with her men, the commander. She also won a duel against Alicent's older brother Otto's son. Not effortlessly, but she won and won. She slowly regained her strength and saw Otto's spiteful look when she took the blade from his son and walked past her husband without a word. Trained until she could barely feel her arms and fingers, trained with Alyssa.

Trained not to get bogged down and lose her mind from waiting. Only when the months passed and her belly gradually became round from the child did she know that she would soon no longer be allowed to train with the sword. Not only on instruction from Otto who stayed away from her during the months. And seemed to get colder and colder. Knowing that they would never get close.

Because this little spark between them had been extinguished for a long time. Extinguished in the illusion that there could be peace. The master also ordered her to put down the sword. It would be too dangerous for the child. So the months passed with writing and receiving letters. The answer of the Starks who agreed.

Her uncle who confirmed the arrival. The worried words of Rhaenyra in which, however, lay something like naivety. Only from Daemon she had not received a letter. Her second dragon stayed away. And the ice increased. The months continued to pass and it was now seven months since she had learned that she was pregnant.

Her belly was round, stretched under tension and she felt her child kicking and moving. The only thing she did besides writing letters was to throw herself into her books. In old writings and to hope that it was soon over. The turning of the last page could be heard in the room. Before she closed the book and rose, sighing slightly, before she glanced at Longclaw.

She sharpened it every day and had hung it on a fixture on the wall. After the birth she would pick it up again. She would take it again and use it. She would take revenge. Walking down the corridor she went into the hall to have dinner with the others. ,,Ah Lady Mormont you are here too" said Lord Hightower but the coldness in the room remained. For months the mood in the tower seemed to have changed.

Lord Hightower seemed to notice that something was bothering his brother. And Lady Hightower only talked to her now and then. I scared them off, she thought, and was about to sit down next to Otto when she saw a letter lying on the table. ,,A letter from whom?" she asked as she sat down and dipped her spoon into the warm soup. ,,From your uncle," came Otto, who continued to eat, barely noticing her.

Her heart beat faster and she let her gaze drift. But there was so much indifference in the Hightowers' eyes that she couldn't tell if they knew anything. Uncertainly, she took the letter and opened it.

Niece

My wife has been found seriously injured in her room. Mercenaries were hired to kill her, but their bear would at least prevent the worst. They wore a beetle as a sign but they had cut out the tongue before. They are still with and in captivity and are being interrogated.

The master of our Lord Stark has been sent to us and also more men but it is unclear if she and the child will survive. The silver spoon slipped from her hand and landed clinking on the plate with the soup, which sloshed slightly.

The beetle went through her head and for a moment she felt unspeakably bad. Like my mother she thought in shock and the paper shook through her trembling hands.

She lifted her gaze from the letter directly to Otto who was looking at her with an innocent look. Larys and he. ,,You did th-" she started and was about to accuse him when she felt an unspeakable pain in her abdomen.

Wincing and breathing heavily, she lifted her dress slightly and her heart seemed to stop for a beat as she realized what was on her fingers in the light of the candles and torches. ,,Blood," she murmured before she was grabbed by Otto's arm and pulled away from Lord and Lady Hightower towards her room. It hurt, every step seemed to hurt more and more. And once he just pulled her up again as she almost collapsed. She felt the blood seep out from between her thighs and wet the floor.

Her breath was heavy, her heart too fast, and the rush of blood in her ears seemed too loud for her to listen. Pushing the door open, they went inside before she sat down on the bed and he wordlessly went to fetch the master. Alone.

Alone in pain in the dark room, she began to slowly undress, mewling, to be in her undergarment. She cried out as she lifted her hips slightly to get the dress off underneath. ,,,Calm down" she said and put a hand on her belly.

She knew it was too early to give birth. Too early for everything to become normal. Only a moment later the door to her room opened and the Master came in with a couple of cops before Otto closed the door. Their eyes met again before she screamed again and collapsed in bed.

She saw Otto almost calmly lighting the candles and the fireplace, and with each light his shadow grew larger and more menacing. ,,You must start pushing Lady Mormont or it will be too late. Such an early birth is not good" she heard him say before one of the maids put a cold cloth on her forehead. She screamed again but felt the master push up her dress.

Body fluids and blood wetted the white bed linen after a few minutes and initial still simple pressing. Screams echoed off the walls and seemed audible throughout the castle. She was cold and hot at the same time as if the flames were burning. But at the same time freeze through the wet cloth.

She screamed at him and reared up, only to be pushed back down by the maids. Tears streamed down her hot cheeks and her head ached. Screaming and crying she tried to push further. But the maids pushing her down seemed to make her mad. ,,Press" she suddenly heard Otto's voice so clearly that she opened her eyes.

He was standing next to the fireplace, the flames reaching out to him, but his gaze was cold. Cold and poisonous. Following this, she grabbed the girl's hand tighter and squeezed again, screaming, but not before a crack could be heard as the girl cried out and held her crumpled hand up to the light.

Broken the strength came back into her body through the transformation. It was only the beginning. ,,Get out...now!" she screamed at them both, powerless and breathing heavily. ,,Calm down, child," she heard the Master's calm words as he tried to give her a bowl of Milk of the Poppy, which she knocked out of his hand and squeezed again, followed by clawing at her arms and bed. ,,No milk....I-I" she interrupted herself again as she threw her head back into the pillow and cried out with a moan. ,,I can't control it," she said, choppily, but the Master nodded. She felt the pain spreading over her body.

And her fingernails slowly formed into sharp claws. She screamed as she pressed again and a tearing of the bed was heard as she buried her claws in it. ,,Stop it," she heard the warning tone of Otto again.

Instead, her claws dug into her arm and tore the flesh open so that the blood continued to stain the bed. ,,I can see the head already!" she heard the master shout and screamed again as she tried to push, to block out the pain inside her and not to turn.

The fire seemed to have taken over the whole room by now and Otto's shadow seemed to cover her. To devour and kill her. ,,Finish it!" Otto shouted coldly and approached the bed for the first time.

But it seemed as if the cold behind the walls moved with him and a tremor seized her as she pressed the last time. ,,Rhaenyra Daemon!" she cried out before she pulled the claws out of her arm and sank back into the pillow. It was over. The blood continued to flow out between her thighs. Blood from her arm was splattered on the floor and on the wall.

The bed was partly torn and bloody. Sweat ran down her forehead and she could hardly keep her eyes open. ,,Congratulations it's a boy" the master announced as he wrapped the boy in a cloth. ,,Well done," Otto praised, but it sounded to her like self-praise. Praise that he had mistreated her. Praise that he had the power again. Praise that he had humiliated her.

Praise for having a son. Otto had him in his hands before he came over to her. ,,The future heir of the Mormon bloodline," he said softly, leaving the Master to continue his work without a word.

With half-open eyes and shallow breaths, she looked at the little baby. ,,All...this...for you," she said, looking at the dark brown little hair and the green eyes of his father. That's a Hightower not a Mormont she thought and her heart contracted painfully.

Despite this, she raised her arm in a hiss and carefully touched his small hand that closed around her finger. Helpless and powerless she thought and took her finger away. ,,Take it away" she said and turned away from the child. It was not love she felt. Maybe it would come. She did not want it and yet she would raise him in the Mormon way. She would not allow Otto to have him.

Now it was not yet a child, it was something political. An object in the politics of the Greens. ,,What should his name be?" he asked, and silence enveloped them both. ,,Morghul" the name came over her lips as if the gods had put it on her tongue.

Otto just nodded before taking the child and handing it to an old woman before going out to inform his brother. ,,My lady the afterbirth you must endure once more" she heard the master say. It was said that from that day on, there were screams coming from Lady Mormont's room until the dead of night.

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