#「ˡᶤᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵒᶰᵉˢ ᵗᵃᵍ」ʷʰᵉᶰ ˡᶤᶠᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵉᵃˢʸ

[killthebxy]

"I think I have to tell you---" the little girl called, hurrying after the warden of the north who she still considered to be her king. "---they asked me to defend the crypts so I won't be fighting in the field with the others. I don't want you to think I ran away, I just help the women and other children and keep them safe."

          the soft voice eases his steps, in a hurry that he was to go check on the armory yet again — more dragonglass daggers to be fetched and distributed, a task currently transcending titles and station; washerwoman and warden alike, stable boy and highborn lady, the Dead will make no distinction. but he halts for her, turns around and suddenly has a smile at such words — not the one he forces on his lips to answer to almost everyone else, but a genuine one born from such kindness and innocence; precisely, what he will ever KEEP FIGHTING FOR. dropping to one knee, he leaves the burned hand atop her head to gently muss her hair.

‘ that’s quite all right, sweetling — you will be of great use to them. leave the rest to me. ‘

[killthebxy]

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“Not use collective punishment as it is not fair on the many people who did nothing and under the 1949 Geneva Conventions it is a war crime.”

Wait it’s a fucking WAR CRIME?!?! I mean that might not be 100% accurate but now I gotta know

holy crap, collective punishment is a war crime.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fourth_Geneva_Convention#Collective_punishments

and according to the exact legal phrasing-

No protected person may be punished for an offense he or she has not personally committed. Collective penalties and likewise all measures of intimidation or of terrorism are prohibited.

This technically counts, as students are civilians, and thus considered a “protected person”. So yes, collective classroom punishment breaks the fourth Geneva Convention, and she should be rewarded for standing up for human rights and doing her research.

Power-move: accuse your teacher of a war crime using knowledge they supplied you with

--- @stcrmswithskin​ ---

[killthebxy]

*climbs up his leg to sit on his lap in the middle of a war council* ( Naesella )

// @stcrmswithskin

          at first, he pays no heed — so absorbed by the matters at hand that the soft tugs on his pants go completely unnoticed. soon, though, it’s growing more insistent and he’s about to hush Ghost away — reckoning it can only be the direwolf demanding attention and fed up with being cooped up in the council room for so long. but then… suddenly, there’s a child sitting on his lap, and by the gods Jon cannot tell when, how, or why it happened. needless to say, everyone else in the room is now staring and likely wondering just the same — and yet, the bastard cannot bring himself to do nothing if not SMILE in awe. leaving an arm gently wrapped around Ella’s small frame, he leans down to also plant a kiss on top of her head.

‘ sweetling, now it’s not the time — go play outside and i’ll meet you when this is over. ‘

[killthebxy]

"You would not be, if you remembered to eat." The gentle chastisement came easy to her, lady mother had gone to rest years ago and thus she was Lady of Winterfell and Mother she had for younger brothers and sisters and yes, even sometimes to Lord Father. She placed platter on desk and filled a cup with wine. "Eat and drink, the North will not tear itself apart while you fill your belly."

‘ you speak as though i do this every day. ‘

          which, to be fair, he sort of did — ever a slave to duty as he was to honor, and it wasn’t rare for such commitment to come at expense of his own well-being and self-care. the burned hand came up to rub at his eyes tired from so much reading and writing under the dim light of candles, though the tension on Jon’s features promptly eased once his gaze set on his daughter’s beautiful features. the same hand reached for her now, tugging her closer to leave a kiss on her forehead.

‘ will you keep me company? ‘

[killthebxy]

"Papa! Papa look!" The girl cried as she ran over to her Father, all dark curls and grey eyes and her hands full of roses, their petals blue as frost. The girl grinned, seemingly unconcerned as the thorns dug into her soft palms. "Roses for Nana! Nana likes roses!"

          the CHEER in her voice caught his attention, dark greys glancing up from Longclaw’s blade he’d been thoroughly sharpening — only to be met with the most precious of smiles, one that made everything right in this world and that Jon would fight the gods themselves to protect. before chance to revel in her delight, however, he couldn’t help but immediately notice the impending harm — promptly setting the blade on his lap, as to take his daughter’s small hands in his own.

‘ careful, my love… roses are beautiful but will prick you all the same. ‘

[killthebxy]

(Did I hear children?) Winterfell's delight was the name given to their Lord's first born daughter, beautiful and with a wit sweet and sharp, she had sat at her Father's knee as he had held court and read letters to him and read maps with him and her brother when he was old enough, she walked into his solar without caring to knock with a platter of food and a pitcher of wine. "I know you would forget to eat again Father."

          her voice always sounded to his ears like the sweetest of melodies. gaze still on the parchment before him, one of many awaiting the royal stamp before being dispatched, but his lips curled into a smile already — anticipating the care and attention he was about to receive. soon the smell of food became to distracting however, empty belly reacting instinctively, and he looked up at his daughter.

‘ am i in trouble now? ‘

[killthebxy]

She was beautiful, the blood of Old Valyria. Silver gold hair and violet eyes and now a crown had been placed on her her, a queen like her Mother and her crown in the style of the Conqueror. She smiled when she saw her Father. "Lord Father, there you are! I have need of you, not just to help me make up my small council but a position of vital importants for you as well! I mean to name you Lord Protector of the Realm."

          it did not surprise him much — even during times of peace, surrounding yourself with TRUSTWORTHY ones is crucial for every ruler and can protect a life better than a Queensguard filled with champions. and it went without saying that Jon would do whatever it took for his child’s sake, to the best of his ability. when presented with offer of such sweet title, therefore, his lips curved into a smile. the shield that guards the realms of men. 

‘ so you’ll make me sit through all the never-ending, tedious meetings. and here i was, believing my daughter held an ounce of LOVE for me. ‘