This is my first fic. Please Read and review. I dont own anything btw. Everything will be explained in future chapters. Suggestions are welcome though i do have a plot in mind.
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'So, no turning back now, huh ?". My mind wandered furiously from one thought to another, quickly calculating my chances of survival continuing this dangerous path. As soon as my eyes registered the guards ahead at the gate, my mind was already doing what it did best. Calculating various options in order of their feasability and guards register my presence and stand a little straighter without them realising it. I allow the weight of the dagger inside my warm cloak give me some reassurnce .But they fail to.
I dont want to do this. But damn her. I have never been able to refuse her. So I keep on going, watching the taller guard motion me to stop.
"No entry into the castle allowed anymore today, lad. Come back tomorrow.", the taller guard states lazily while the shorter yet more experienced guards states nothing, just choosing to tighten his cloak against the chilling winter. As if it would help.
4 seconds. My mind has already calculated the amount of time it will take to kill both of them. Unguarded necks. No armour. Lazy positions. Very easy. My body begs me to attack, my muscles tightening automatically. But I have always listened to my mind first. Killing them both will only raise the chances of alarm.
" Bardy Snow ,Sire", I say in a soft tone, deferring my head slowly to them. I watch as they unconsciously relax their bodies. Flattery is one of the best weapons one can have. "Lord Ramsay asked Miss Tilda of Oldtown tavern to send in someone to help in the kitchens. I am here to help. Lord Ramsay knows I am to come". Please. Please. I finally look to their faces to see if they have bought my lie. It seems they have and I slowly release a small relieved breadth I easily hide against the sudden chilly wind.
They move to let me in and I do so in a quick manner.
As I clear their view, I let my eyes roam around the place I am in. Very few people in this dark night. Three soldiers sat around the old drums drinking and talking whores and their fucking, as far as I can understand. I can see the northern tower from here. My target. I slowly traverse my way over there being as quite and inconspicuous as I can be.
Two soldiers underneath the tower. Both relatively alert. Young. More often than not, it meant stupid. As my mind again sorted through various ways I could have proceeded, I already knew what to do. I had to kill them .No other way around it. I needed to come down also during my escape. Now what was the best way to do it . Best chance. Smallest amount of time to be taken. Needed to get close and I proceed to do so. At arm's length. I watch as I see them opening their mouth to speak.
I block the second guards hand towards his sword with my right hand as my left has already left from beneath my cloak with its hands clawed across my dagger, quickly slicing the first guards neck. One down, one to go. 'Second guard now going to move back' my mind warns me as I have already let my dagger slip past my fingers, it beautifully racing towards the guard's heart. Done. I feel a grim satisfaction as his body falls with a small thud to the snowy ground. Bloody red looks good with the dazzling snow white. I quickly lift the legs of the second guard and pull him inside the tower. I go out again and do the same for the other one. I move to retrieve my dagger from the guards chest and suddenly blood spurts out and drenches my cloak. I search inside his clothes and retrieve a small knife which I tuck safely inside my right boot.
I quickly make my way up the tower and know I have reached my destination when I can hear a girl's crying voice from inside the closed door along with the heavy grunts and curses of a man. I hold the dagger firmly in my hand and make myself ready.
Four immediate possibilities. Check and prepare. He's is in the middle of wild rutting. First one more likely. He wouldn't even know what hit him.
He turns as soon as my left foot touched inside the room, the door's creaking sound betraying my entrance. Confused . His mind finally realizes what is going on as he registers the dagger in my hand. Too Slow. I have already reached him. Two stabs right through his chest as his hand finally closes around his sword. What use is it now ? Its too late as he realizes now and releases his hand from his sword and instead he just tries close his wounds with both his hands. I wonder why most people i kill in this fashion do that. He helplessly tries to mewl something. Danger taken care of, my eyes glance at the girl lying on the bed. I can see red swollen welches on her back. Her face clearly crying for days but right now alert and trying to make sense of what just happened here. I raise my finger to my lips as I shush her to silence. Thanks gods she listens. As she stands up I realize more of the horror inflicted in the poor girl. Not just her back. everything except her face. Bastard wanted no one to know of his cruelty to her. My blood boils and I look at the mewling creature lying in a pool of his own blood and urine. Still not dead. I sigh. From the corner of my eye I see the girl let her eyes leave my form to look at the mostly dead man in front of her. As she inches closer, I get a hint of what she is going to do. No need to stop her. The girl gains a little more respect in my eyes when she plucks the dagger from his chest as he makes a hoarse gasping noise and leans close to his ears and whispers something as she swiftly plunges it into his open mouth, hilt deep. She doesn't flinch as the blood hits her face. Bastard is finally fucking dead.
However she does flinch when my hand touches her arm. "We have to leave now, My lady, immediately". I don't wait for her reply as I glance around the room in search of her clothes. I find them in the bedside corner, clearly torn in a haphazard manner, blood stains visible. I remove my cloak and as I turn to her she takes a step back. "Wear this , my lady". She keeps staring at my face and finally speaks up, "Who are you ?".I inwardly curse and reply, "Clearly someone who is trying to help you. Now please wear this this quickly so we may leave. The dead guards down will be discovered soon. Maybe already so.". This tidens her of the situation and she quickly takes the cloak from my hand and robes herself in it.
As we both make our way down the stairs of the tower, I can feel her eyes boring at my back as she manages to keep up with my brisk pace.
I slow down as we reach the door and remove the cloak of the taller dead guard and wear it. I slowly look outside. Clear.
I pull her to my chest and as she struggles against the sudden move, I quickly speak," Hold me like you are mine, my lady. It will help us easily get across the suspecting eyes. Please stop struggling, I mean you no harm". By now we have reached a passing with some soldiers drinking at the side of the road. Knowing her struggling will give us away, I try again, "Please my lady. Please", She looks at me, her eyes scared and terrified. I feel angry at myself for putting her through this especially after what she had gone through. But I have no choice. I look in her eyes and try to look as kind as possible and I say, "Trust me , Sansa, please". She stops suddenly and looks at me, as if searching for my soul. Nothing there anyways. She keeps the stare continue for a while and I feel a small relief when i feel her stop struggling against me as we make our way through the road towards the stables.
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Any guesses what Sansa whispers ?
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