“She-bears, aye,” said Lady Maege. “We have needed to be. In olden days the ironmen would come raiding in their longboats, or wildlings from the Frozen Shore. The men would be off fishing, like as not. The wives they left behind had to defend themselves, or else be carried off.”
As one of Robb’s battle companions Dacey had chosen to remain by his side.
“We are stronger than we seem, my lady”
“When we die. We die.”
(Here, have all my House Mormont feels, specifically Dacey Mormont, because there’s been a lot of stuff going around my dash and I just felt like giving her a piece of her own fanfiction. Most of the time, when I write about Jorah, it’s halfway about Dacey and/or Maege as well, so I decided to give them their own bit of something. It’s not very good and was written in like thirty minutes at random so…there’s a lot of rambling and feels.)
T H E B A T T L E S D E E P I N S I D E Y O U
She would die for him.
Most girls are given dolls when they are four or five. Dolls to play with, dolls to play pretend with, dolls to play house with. She knows this on some level. She dreams about it sometimes. What it must be like to want to play with dolls, to traipse around a castle with a straw-haired doll clutched tightly in her head, to hold the doll like a living baby and coo at it, be its mother, be its sister, be its everything. A girl without a doll is not a girl. It is a girl that lacks something so fundamental in the eyes of society. For how can a girl become a woman if she does not know how to love a child and be a mother?
Dacey is a mother though. She is a mother to her Morningstar, the name day gift her mother gave her when she was seven. Of course she could have gotten a doll if she truly wanted one. Bear Island could be a cruel place, but it was not without love or care. But it was if her own mother Maege knew in her heart that a doll was not meant to be in Dacey’s life. She took care of the Morningstar, small as it was compared to most others. Polished it, cleaned it after playing with it in the yard, lying it down carefully on her bedside table.
“I shall be like the lady on the gates, Mother,” she proclaims proudly, “’cept I won’t have a baby.”
Maege just smiles, a child suckling at her breast. “And so you shall not, lest you want one.”
“I’ve my baby sisters to look after,” Dacey says, tiptoeing over to her mother and sister. She pulls carefully at the baby girl’s chubby hand, letting the child wrap its tiny fingers around her own. “And Morningstar. She needs to be taken care of too.”
“Aye, you never want your weapons or armor to be rusty,” her mother agrees.
She would die for him.
At four and ten, she bests some would-be suitor in a sparring match and he storms off furiously. He’s some lad from Barrowtown, too Southern for her taste, but she says nothing when he shows up with his family. Apparently his family knows her family and it’s just sort of expected by him that they could be married, though Maege Mormont has never uttered one word about a betrothal. After all, her mother is the Lady of Bear Island now that her uncle is the Lord Commander of the Wall and her cousin is exiled. Bear Island will go to her after her mother’s passing unless she had a son which did not seem likely anymore.
So of course the boy is startled when she challenges him to a duel. “If you think you are going to marry me, then you have to beat me first. Mormonts women do not marry or sleep with weak men.”
The boy is taken off guard and tries to demure at first. No, no, I cannot fight a lady, he says; and it would look bad on me should I injure you, he adds; and my parents would say I reflected badly on them, he points out. But she knows that he is insulted by the idea that he is weak, especially weaker than her, because she is a woman and he is a boy that cannot understand the true North.
She tilts her head up, the sun shining on her face. “If you can’t beat me, then you can’t have me.”
And so they spar. It is a thing of beauty. She finds it relaxing, exhausting, and exhilarating. It’s almost like dancing, something she is just as graceful at, though she rarely shows that talent. At first, the boy goes easy on her, lets her have a few hits that she knows he could have easily avoided, so she turns quick on him, pushing him back almost viciously to the point where he falls on his ass. When she laughs, clear and bright, he pulls himself up from the dust, a bit red in the face. He attacks with more vigor now, hell-bent on showing her just who is boss, but she spins away from him and then shoves him back hard, making him fall down again.
Out of frustration, he throws the tourney sword aside and tackles her to the ground. After some struggling, she flips them over, so that she is the one on top, straddling him, and unsheathes a dagger and puts it to his throat, stilling him immediately. “Do you yield?” she asks, a grin on her face, panting.
He never comes back to Bear Island, though his family does on occasion. Her mother never says anything, never berates her, never punishes her. In fact, there is a proud gleam in her eyes as she looks upon her oldest daughter and the boy sits cowardly on his horse, determinedly not looking at her. Dacey is the spirit of the North. And if a man could not beat her, then how could he expect to survive the North?
Word Count: ~16,000
Summary: Dacey Mormont never expected to fall in love while on the trail of battle. She expected to do her duty and nothing more. What happened was something that no one could have planned for and it changed her life forever.
Author’s Notes: I started this last spring for a big bang which never got anywhere so here it is now. Set in the show universe with Dacey a little younger than she is in the books, Robb is the age he is in the show. I wanna dedicate this to Rita since she is the one whose Robb x Dacey stuff constantly keeps me inspired. Also this takes place immediately following the events of Until the Sunrise. Heavily influenced and inspired by Someone Like You by Adele.
But When We Die, We Die Alone | A Dacey Mormont Fanmix, asked by wolfsisters
i. First Aid Kit - I Met Up With The King ii. Noble Aim - Sleeping At Last iii. Barcelona - Response iv. The Paper Kites - Willow Tree March v. The Dear Hunter - Life and Death
Bear Island gave birth to five daughters, as wild and unforgiving as the isle that spawned them. Dacey the heir was the warrior, as graceful and warlike as the winter winds; her sister Alysane as dangerous and maternal as the mother bear. Lyra was the dreamer, sweet and soft as the summer skies over the bay; and Jorelle was the whisperer, the persuasive fey voice in the ears of their enemies. Lyanna was the youngest, the most fiercely protected, but as dangerous and as bold as the sisters who sheltered her. The she-bears of Bear Island tempered their rage and their strength to walk behind the wolves and the stag, but any who dares underestimate even the calmest of them is sure to learn just what sort of daughters House Mormont raises.
Game of Thrones meme: four deaths [3/4]
↳ Dacey Mormont
“Ser Ryman Frey pushed into the hall, clad in steel from helm to heel. A dozen Frey men-at-arms packed the door behind him. They were armed with heavy longaxes.“Mercy!” Catelyn cried, but horns and drums and the clash of steel smothered her plea. Ser Ryman buried the head of his axe in Dacey’s stomach.”