Hello, this is my first fan fiction related to A song of Ice and Fire, so please bear with me.
All credit goes towards to George R.R Martin for creating this wonderful and complex world.
I'll leave you to read and I hope you like it :)
All was what you expected to be a capital in Westeros; all was tall, spacious and luxurious. Buildings stood tall and yellow, as if they were painted gold; supporting the Lannister's motto. However there is always two sides of a coin. A massive city like King's Landing has to put its poor people somewhere. The shadows created by greed and power. Not all coins are made out of gold. Not all coins are shiny. Who can you trust? Who can you believe? Who will stand by your side in the hour of need? The questions that everyone asks. Yet who is victorious? Everything seems not be clear. Truth becomes lies. Forever afters just fairy tales. Friends become foes. Status and titles are meant to mean something, right? It seems commoners, slaves and Lords and Ladies are in the same league. Only those who live without boundaries and law are truly free, yet everyone has their price.
It was a normal day in King's Landing. The sun was beating upon the land below, making the calming ocean irresistible. People had tanned skin, some hardly wore any clothes, or were very thin material. The town was busy, citizens gathering, talking to each other, market stall holders trying to sell their stock. Guards roamed around looking fierce.
By a market stall, stood a wall; shadows hid what secrets lured in between. A cold breeze blew around the markets, yet the market stall owner froze; feeling a gaze upon him. He slowly turned his head to the left and bravely stared, but he saw nothing, however he heard a pair of footsteps bouncing off the walls; straining his ears, he could swear he heard a growl. However his attention was turned back to his stall, due to hearing he had customers.
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It seemed at night the City didn't change, just different animals came out to play; just like the wild. The moon sat in the clear sky, giving no hiding space for those who needed it. Within seconds a bell was ringing out, telling the City there was something wrong. Voices echoed across the streets. Thieves!
A figure all in black ran as fast as it could, its deep hood keeping its face hidden. All seemed to gone to plan, minus of being caught and being chased by guards, but the figure seemed to be faster and smarter. A gasp escaped its mouth as it skidded to a stop, as it watched as guards quickly surrounded it; trapping it as if they were sheep dogs and it was the sheep.
"Well, well. It seems there is only one thief." One guard spoke, making the figure stop looking around itself and stared at him.
"Thief? He has portrayed actions of a fool. Trying to steal from the court I dare say." Another guard said. Quickly the figure drew out its sword making the guards laugh. "What did I tell you? A fool."
The figure flexed its fingers around the hilt of its sword and spun it around, before driving forward to enter a fight. At first it was only one, then two and three guards joined in trying disarm the thief. Quickly an agony yell filled the air, making the figure grab its dagger from the guard's shoulder in which it embedded and pushed passed the guards. It seemed it was trapped in the corner, but it jumped high and rolled backwards in the air making it clear from the guard's swords. The figure landed clear and safely on the ground behind the guards and retraced back a few steps. However it stopped again, as it stood in front of a wall, it looked down and noticed it wasn't too far down. Hearing many footsteps, the figure turned around and saw the guards marching towards it; their swords drawn and ready for battle. The figure stepped backwards onto the wall and fell.
"What a fool!" The same guard exclaimed. However as they looked down they was hit by surprised, as they watched the figure riding down the street on a horse and stuck its two middle fingers up at them, before turning a corner.
"A fool you say? More like a well-planned one."
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"T!" The figure shouted from outside a small building. It jumped off the horse and patted its neck before letting it gallop off. The figure turned back to the building and saw there was no candles lit. It quickly ran through the door shouting the same name. Entering the poor excuse of a kitchen, the figure pulled down its hood revealing mid length black hair. It put it sword on the table, however it slowly brought back its hand feeling another presence. It let its eyes roam the room in front of it; slowly lowering its hand to its right thigh, it allowed its hand to be wrapped around the hilt of the dagger, which was strapped around its thigh.
Before it could draw the dagger, a heavy hand landed on its hand, due to an arm locking around the figure's left arm and another hand covered its mouth, preventing it to scream or shout. The figure tried to fight against its holder, but whoever was holding it was stronger.
"You were always too slow." The holder stated, the voice held a harshness and a gruffness; supporting his manly tone. The man let go of the figure, but he took the dagger with him, before walking around the table and lighting a candle, which stood on the table, letting it enlighten the room.
"I see you haven't changed, Charley." The man stated, while staring at her.
"Can't afford for my guard to be down. Now if you don't mind Bronn, it's awfully late and I got some things to do before dawn comes. So close the door behind you." Charley said, before raising her hand to grab her sword, but Bronn grabbed it and stared at in the candle light. Narrowing her eyes, Charley watched as he put it back down on the table, but he laid it down in front of him. "A simple hello would have been nice, rather than break into my house."
"As it would for you too, rather than steal something."
"Steal? Me?" Charley expressed shockingly, before sitting down on a chair. "Please you give me too much credit."
"Then why are you back in King's Landing?"
"That's none of your business."
"In fact it is."
"Why? Because you are now a Commander? I could easily beat you in a duel."
"Not all the guards are great fighters whichthey claim to be, and the others I can give credit to, but I'm still better." Charley just rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair, before Bronn added: "I liked that trick you did, the back roll in the air. Very Impressive."
"Look, thank you for giving me such a praise, but you seriously got the wrong person."
"Ok. Well then, this person had a good practice with their dagger and used a skill that I only taught two people."
"There's a lot of people in this world with the same tricks, but they claim it was them who made it." Charley easily stated, knowing that Bronn wasn't going to let this go easily.
Charley unexpectedly let out a yawn, making her rub her eyes with her knuckles. When she was done she slowly lowered her eyes as she saw a small money bag was between Bronn's left thumb and index finger.
"So why did I find this on you?" He questioned further.
"That's mine. A bit obvious Bronn."
"You seriously haven't changed." He held it back in hand and before staring back at Charley.
"Fine. Whatever. Just give me it back." However seeing he weren't, Charley stood back up. Yet Bronn was a step in front of her, he started to move towards the door. "Where you going?"
"Giving the money back and then to my bed." He stood at the door, his hand on the handle. He looked back at her before adding: "Or are you better at persuasion?" By that question, Charley folded her arms around her chest and narrowed her eyes, giving Bronn the answer. "I thought not." He opened the door, but he stopped and let his eyes wander around the room. "In your spare time you could at least tidy up a bit; you never know who's going to knock on your door. By the way, where is your brother? Is he in the tavern again? And in fair warning, if you let your mutt eat any of the market's livestock again, I will come back and arrest you."
