𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧

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06/10/2024 08:50 PM 

The Battle. // Drabble

It was coming. The White Walkers and the army they brought with them. The Army of the Dead. Jon had warned everyone about it in Winterfell and they were all preparing for it. The men were getting all the weapons ready while the women had been getting all the children together. The plan from what Isabella knew was to gather into the crypts of Winterfell. However, Isabella was not fond of confined spaces. The thought of being underground was overwhelming for her, but she knew that was the only way her and her daughter would be safe. Loras would be there as well since he was not up to par to fight in the battle. The two of them traveled from Dragonstone to Winterfell with Daenerys Targaryen, and since they had been there Isabella saw Lord Baelish and his execution. Poetic Justice she thought of it. 


The light was slowly diminishing as she watched them below. It was drawing closer and closer as she looked out at the treeline. Isabella stood there on the bridge as she overlooked the men below getting everything ready. Everything was being put into place on the field as she watched from above. So many thoughts were running wild in her mind as she stood there. The safety of her daughter and herself. Eleanor was with the wet nurse and the other children getting ready to go into the crypts.  She could hear the sound of footsteps behind her as she sighed. “I thought I would find you here.” Her voice was soft as she turned her head to the side and saw the redhead appearing beside her. Sansa and her formed a close friendship in King’s Landing, and since the attack by Baelish, the two were closer than ever. “The thought of being in the crypts soon is not sitting easy with me.” Isabella confessed as she sighed. Her hands wrapped around the wooden posts that she had been leaning against. “I know, it is not with me either. But Isabella, we will be safe there. Your daughter and the other children are being taken there now.” Sansa said softly, turning to face her friend. “I do hope you are right about this.” Isabella said, turning to her side to face Sansa. 


The soft light from the candles along the stone walls seemed ominous to her. As if she were walking to her own funeral. Isabella saw Eleanor over in a corner with some of the other children as their minds were being occupied by a children's story that was being told to them. Looking around, she could feel the heavy weight on her chest as she felt as if everything around her was beginning to close in on her. Her vision was getting blurry and black around the corners as if she was focused on something. Walking over to where Sansa was, Isabella sat down as she saw Eleanor coming over to her. “Are you okay?” Sansa asked softly as Isabella nodded, but lied. Eleanor sat down with her in her lap and cuddled up to her. It was going to be a long night, but she had to find something to entertain her thoughts if she wanted to stay sane during this battle. 



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