A/N I love this pairing, and I guess this is ultimately the moment when they stop being enemies. So I wanted to write about it. Anyway, trigger warning: rape (or almost rape)
Disclaimer: No, Game of Thrones is not mine. Neither is ASOIAF, come to that.
Her screams were unbearable. She sounded like a dying beast as those men took her into the darkness. It was unspeakable evil, what they would do to her tonight. He had thrown the Stark boy from a window for a reason, fought Ned Stark for a reason. These shits had no reason. They would take her virtue, tear at her naivety, steal her honour. Brienne didn't deserve this. No-one deserved this.
He heard her scream again, loud and piercing, and then a thud as she was forced to the ground. Tied to this bloody tree and unable to do a thing to protect her. And she deserved protecting. She built up such an impregnable image, a mighty warrior with almost no feelings, loyal only to her oaths. But that wasn't who she was. She was a naïve girl abused by the world, by every man who had ever called her "Brienne the Beauty", by every vicious cunt who had told her she couldn't fight just because she was a woman. Even by him, before.
He had never felt this useless before. They had all disappeared into the night, leaving him and Locke alone with the dying fire. A bastard would be in her belly by morning, the seed of some son of a whore, whichever one it was. That bastard would probably never take its first breath though. After they'd satisfied themselves, she'd probably be left somewhere to die. She might be a lady, but not an important one. Once they'd had their fun, and taken her precious maidenhead, she'd be worthless. She wasn't worthless to him, he realised.
The thought of her dying sat more comfortably with him than those screams. Someone had probably gagged her by now, but the screaming still echoed in his mind. He had to do something. He couldn't rush in, sword in hand to free the damsel. He couldn't even scratch his own arse. He would have to use a different skill. One he wasn't sure he had. His ability with words. That was his brother's ability. But he remembered those hours in the Maester's chamber at Casterly Rock, learning so many fancy words. Time to make all those hours worth it.
A/N Hope you enjoyed reading. Although maybe enjoyed is the wrong word. Anyway, I would love a review.