𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉

"𝔏𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔶 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡,
𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱."

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[𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 @GoldForBlood]

ℑ𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔶𝔞𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫 𝔒ℭ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 “ℑ𝔳𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡” 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢 ℜ𝔓

𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔴:
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“𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊’𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊’𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉?”

[𝑺 𝑻 𝑨 𝑹 𝑲 @PrinceOfTheNrth]

~ Prince Torrhen Stark
~Prince of the North
~Son of Winter and Tommen
~Loyal loving Husband
~Loyal to his house and people
~Intelligent, Skilled combatant
~Calm and Collected
~Has never been south
~Penned by your favorite #DireWolf.𖤐

[Ｋｉｌｇｈａｒｒａｈ @BeneathCamelot]

ℑ𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔶𝔞𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔥 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔅ℭ 𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔐𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫

𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥:
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𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝕴 𝖉𝖔 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐?

[𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 @GoldForBlood]

Ivar cocks his head, clearly sizing the man up, ready to either be amused or take offense depending on the response.

[𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 @GoldForBlood]

Ivar narrows his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Who am I?" he repeats, voice dripping with condescension. "I am Ivar the Sellsword. And you’d do well to remember that name. Now, who are you again? Someone who doesn't know when to be careful, I imagine."

[𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 @GoldForBlood]

The soft sound of footsteps on the sand drew his attention. His lips curved into a faint smirk as he spotted a figure approaching.

Ivar tilted his head, his smirk deepening. “Right on time, milady,” he called, his voice carrying over the rhythmic crash of the waves.

[𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 @GoldForBlood]

The waves lapped lazily at the shore, the salty breeze tangling with Ivar’s hair as he stood beside his horse, the faint scent of blood wafting in the air. His piercing blue eyes were fixed on the distant cliffs of Casterly Rock…

[𝐶 𝐸 𝑅 𝑆 𝐸 𝐼 @TheYoungLixness]

@GoldForBlood Personal way but what was more personal then six large bags of gold? Well her very being.. he was easy on the eyes enough but this was something that she had to think about carefully. Watching the sellsword walk away she smiled before turning her heels to leave the tavern.

[𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 @GoldForBlood]

Ivar adjusted the reins in his hand, stroking the horse’s neck absently as he scanned the horizon. He had sent word that he would arrive at this exact moment, and if there was one thing he could count on, it was that a Lannister always kept their word.

[𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 @GoldForBlood]

"As for my price? I want a share of the spoils when this war of yours is won. Lands, gold, whatever it is you take. And in return, my sword and my skill will see you to your victory."

[𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 @GoldForBlood]

Ivar chuckles softly at the correction, amusement flickering in his eyes. He gives a small, mocking bow, clearly not taking offense. "King Stark," he repeats, letting the title roll smoothly off his tongue with a sly grin.

[𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒃 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 @N0RTHXKING]

–He saw the confidence in his eyes it only made him even more condident–

King Stark

–he said to correct him and let things clear. Not anger just confidence–

I do need good men but war is expensive and I don't know if I could pay your price. But go on, tell me what you want

[𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 @GoldForBlood]

Straightening up, he meets Robb’s confident gaze with one of his own.

"War is expensive, aye," he agrees, voice low and casual, "but what's more costly is not having the right man at your side when the blade falls." He steps closer, his swagger never wavering.

[𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 @GoldForBlood]

He shrugs nonchalantly. "I offer my services because I’m passing through. Could be your enemies wouldn’t expect a sellsword in your midst. Or maybe you’ve got a task better suited to someone who doesn’t play by the rules. It’s up to you." His smirk returns. "But my offer stands."

[𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 @GoldForBlood]

Ivar chuckles, his grip on the sword loosening as he steps a little closer. "Oh, I’ve no doubt your people can handle whatever comes your way. Elves, centuries of wisdom and skill—I'm not here to insult that."

[˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐈𝐋. @dryadaliscustos]

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⠀⠀ the elvenking remains silent , hands clasped before him . a raise of a brow at the mention of business , though he still does not speak .

eyes turning briefly to the hand resting on the sword , turning back to him at his words . seeming to -

[𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 @GoldForBlood]

He tilts his head, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "But even the best warriors can benefit from a bit of... outside help now and then. Sometimes, a stranger’s blade cuts through problems that aren’t so easily dealt with by those bound to the kingdom."

[𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 @GoldForBlood]

“That should wake him up,” he says to himself, prodding the fire to make sure the meat cooks evenly.

His mind briefly flickers back to Ayen’s earlier words—ropes,and blindfolds. He chuckles softly, shaking his head as he waits.

[𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 @GoldForBlood]

Hours later Ivar steps into the clearing outside the hut, his muscles slightly sore but satisfied from the hunt. The weight of the young deer under his arm is nothing compared to the bear pelt draped behind him, the memory of the struggle still fresh in his mind.

[𝕴𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 @GoldForBlood]

…the sharpness of his blade making quick work of the meat.

After a few minutes, the smell of roasting venison wafts through the air. Ivar wipes his hands clean, glancing toward the hut with a knowing grin.