A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.

And nope, I in fact do not own Fairy Tail, Game of Thrones or anything else I write about. I make no income from this work unfortunately, it's all for the purposes of entertainment, swear.

Got a rapid update on this story, consider it a half chapter between the first two. This entire story will play out like a season of Game Of Thrones. There will be ten chapters, similar in length to an episode. Chapter 9...expect it. Updates will be happening every Sunday. Seven blessings season seven soon appears.

Rated M for several reasons, can only give that warning, spoilers and all.

1.5

How Erza Scarlet came to be in Lucy's service is an interesting tale itself. Her village was raided by bandits when she was very young. Too young to keep much memory of life before the event. Most were killed, the rest were sent to slave in an iron mine known as the Tunnel of Heaven.

Forcing her to many years of cruelty and bondage. When she was twelve the Heartfilia army overran the mine to seize its iron during a military campaign. Though afterwards many of the captives were forced to remain to work for the Heartfilia army until the seige ended. Heartfilia soldiers gave them better food and accommodation. Even promised payment when the war ended to those who willingly stayed.

Erza was among the few who Jude Heartfilia personally pardoned from service. All those who were still alive that were too sickly, young or crippled he released freely. Since she and a few others had nothing and nowhere to go, they lingered at the encampment. Eventually they were forced out due to further ration cuts and their begging. Suprising to some, Erza was given sword lessons and allowed to stay under the care of Rob Heartfilia.

Once a great soldier in his prime, age now rapidly gained hold over him. Leaving him hunched over and somewhat feeble. His Lordship remained in tact, though to a small keep that served mostly for his tomb. He feared for the younger Heartfilia generation, his great nephew Jude included. Men who flexed their power and began military campaigns purely to gain money and resources. His loyality still remained to his house, even though he was outspoken about his view that greed would eventually destroy their name.

He could see the great potential and fire in Erza that many others didn't. Rob found her to be a fast learner and tougher than many of the nearby soldiers. He placed a sword in her hands and taught her how to use it. When the fighting finally ended, he gave her a choice to follow him or stay. With tearful goodbyes her friends, she departed and her real training began.

XxXxX 6 Months before the Heartfilia wedding date XxXxX

Erza Scarlet knelt down holding her sword before Jude Heartfilia's steps. She carried decently crafted armor and weapons, but worn with little value. The previous years had been hard for her to find work as a Sellsword. The brothels being the only ones wishing to hire her at face value. Even so, it was the best she could afford and it saved her life in combat more than once.

"Your-r Grace!" she declared loudly. Her voice cracked a bit, Erza never did well when all eyes were upon her. She tended to fight anxiety when she became the center of attention. Still she triumphed over her fear to fulfill her pledge.

"I am Erza Scarlet and I wish to join your guard, in service to y-y-your house! I pledge to defend and honor your name!" Erza said, louder still. A few giggles of amusement came from the growing tide of attention in the hall. Her face began to redden, matching her hair as the following words came out in even more of a rush. "I pledge loyalty-unto-my-final-brea-"

"Enough," Jude shouted over her.

Erza silenced at once. Fearful that she had botched her opportunity a second time.

Lucy sat in court and watched closely, though she was not requested to be there that day. After a long moment Jude muttered a stiff, "Rise."

Erza bolted up quickly, sword still held outstreched before her.

"How old are you girl?" Jude askes in a dismissive sort of way.

"17, Your Grace!" Erza called back, a bit too loudly.

"Move your hair from your face," Jude suddenly demanded.

Erza's air supply stopped in her lungs at his words. Fearful of this moment more than any other. Her ill fitting gloved fingers reached up to brush her long red hair away from her right eye. Many gasps escaped the court, some coming closer for a better view. The curtain of scarlet hair did a fine job obscuring it, but now pulled away it was clear for all to see. Erza Scarlet is blind in her right eye, a neat dressing of red cloth over and within her wound. A poorly healed mangled scar trailing from the side of her eye towards her hairline.

"I remember you now," Jude said after staring for a few long moments. "Tell me, why would I want some second rate, 17 year old, one-eyed, sellsword...girl!" Jude spat.

"I owe House Heartfilia my life. I was given freedom and a sword. My only desire is to serve in your honor in payment of this debt," Erza stated, still a slight quiver in her voice. "I am a capable warrior, I have never lost a duel in single combat,"

"Never lost?" he jeered, others snickering in disbelief.

"I was trained by Robert Heartfilia," Erza asserted.

"That old fool has been dead for years,"

"2 years 4 months 16 days, Your Grace. I wish to continue my service," finished Erza, her stance unchanged.

Lucy had not seen or heard of Erza until today. She hated how rude her father could be at times, especially to those with honest intentions. Lucy could sense hers, but also her desperation. All went silent as Capricorn Heartfilia leaned over to whisper in Jude's ear. Lucy decided it was now or never as her father continued to dismiss away his uncle's words with his hand.

"I support Erza's oath!" Lucy said suddenly.

All attention rushed to her, most notably her father's stare. "I will accept her as my guard," she added.

"The guards already in our service are sufficent enough for you," Jude quickly dismissed.

"Please father!" Lucy pleaded. "Her heart is in the right place, I kn-"

"And what of your heart, dear daughter," interrupted Jude. "Where does your heart stand for this family."

Lucy silenced, nearly regretting speaking up at all. The attention of everyone in the room now lingered on her. She knew exactly what her father implied.

"You cannot fight me on this forever," Jude said sternly.

She took a deep breath and let out a low, "Very well..."

For the first time in a very long time a hint of a smile graced Jude Heartfilia's face.

"Preperations begin on the morrow! Heartveil shall host the wedding of my first born daughter, Lucy!" Jude declared loudly to the hall. At once cheers and joy rang through the hall, though Lucy herself felt little of it. All the while Erza still held her position, temporarily forgotten by everyone, until Lucy looked up and noticed.

"Now Erza is my guard?" she questioned as the applaused died down. Lucy gave up her hand in marriage to uphold Erza's claim after all.

"I will give her an opportunity to be your guard," Jude answered as the hall grew silent again.

Lucy's brows snitched together, ready to argue. But a flash of anger from her father's expression told her not to press her luck.

"The noble and great houses of Fiore are powerful because they have the finest knights sworn to their service," Jude declared loudly to the court again, focusing back to Erza. "If a one-eyed sellsword with no name or title is to bear the sigil of my house, my sigil!" he continued. "I will make damn sure they can defend that sigil and that their words are true. You say you have never lost a duel in single combat?"

"Never, Your Grace," Erza answered.

"I will grant your wish only in victory then," Jude responded, then shouted, "Leo!"

The Lord-Commander of the Heartveil guard jolted at the sudden mention of his name. With his third goblet of wine and a chorus of young women around him, he paid little attention to his lord before his name was called. He rushed forward to stand near Erza. "Your Grace," he called and bowed before his uncle. He swayed a slight bit on his feet.

"You will face this girl, do not disappoint our house," commanded Jude.

"But Sire, surely others can test her ability. She's just a crippled peasant girl, I don't wish to harm her," Leo protested, slurring his words slightly.

"I pray that you do not lose then, prepare yourself," Jude ordered sternly.

The hall shifted again to give the pair the room to duel. Though the hall was severely overcrowded that day, a tight circle formed around them. They each took several paces from each other. Erza stood ready with her well worn sword and shield. Leo huffed in annoyance, he would much rather have his wine and women than fight at the present time. One of his guard fitted his finely crafted armor while another fetched his sword and shield. Lucy was anxious for Erza, Leo may not walk to path of a warrior, but he is an annointed knight. Most of his life was spent training to fight, his superior weapons and armor gave him an obvious advantage.

"Please father," Lucy began. "Give her our arms to fight."

Jude looked down at Erza, weighing the odds.

"I will fight with the weapons I have, " Erza stated first.

"At least wear a helmet!" Lucy pleaded directly at Erza.

"Begin!" Jude shouted to start the duel.

Erza did not have a chance to reply to Lucy, though she clearly heard her. She could also hear the concern and mercy in her voice. All those thoughts were swept away when the famed Heartfilia knight began to circle. He moved slow, weighed down with his beautiful golden tinted full plated suit. The armor was flawless, as if it had never been in combat before, she noticed.

Erza saw her opening as they made their first full circle around each other. She sprinted forward, baiting the knight to swing, which he did. Erza quickly thrust her shield upwards deflecting his sword and bringing him off balance. She sent a powerful kick to his still raised shield, throwing him backwards onto the floor. With a quick fluid motion Erza raised the tip of her sword to the knight's neck, "Yield!" she demanded. After a moment the Heartfilia knight twitched his fingers in a guesture of surrender. She withdrew her sword just as quickly and took several steps back gracefully.

Lucy stood and clapped at Erza's seemingly effortless victory, along with few others. Most were in disbelief that it was over so suddenly. They looked around at each other with dumbfounded stares. Leo's rage quickly escalated at his humiliation in front of so many. He rose, anger evident in all his features. "Hammer!" Leo bellowed as he discarded his shield and scabbard.

"Father! She's won, tell him to stop!" Lucy shouted.

"Two out of three," Jude said flatly, without turning her way.

Erza Scarlet learned long ago that life was unfair. Yet she could not help but be disappointed when new obstacles constantly came before her. She steeled herself again when a massive two handed golden maul was set in his gauntlets.

"If you lose again," Jude began firmly before Leo could swing. "I will have you on watch at night, every night until my daughter is married."

Leo swung his hammer with immense force, aiming for Erza's side. She jumped back, barely out of reach. The knight spun forward on his feet, keeping his momentum. He swung a bit closer this time, faster, and with more force. Erza was continually forced back in the overfilled hall, unable to close the distance in time. It was not long until Erza's back pressed against the terrified patrons in the court.

She expected a knight to halt his attack so as not to harm an innocent. After all, Leo Heartfilia wouldn't endanger vistors in the halls he was meant to protect needlessly. But in his anger, his drunkeness and shame, he was not himself.

His next swing swept high, with Erza's back all the way against the frightened masses in the confined hall. She couldn't move any further back, forcing her to crouch low. Those behind her who couldn't move any further back did the same, save one. A middle-aged woman near the end of the hammer's swing did not move out of the path in time. The small sharp tips on the hammer tore away at the woman's flesh, the rotation of the hammer affected only slightly. Blood and carnage dripped down onto Erza as she steadied herself for the next blow.

He swept low this time, not caring all that much if he hit anyone else. The cries and shouts in the hall were abuntant by now. The hammer ripped through three knees before slamming into Erza's shield. Before impact she dropped her sword to grip her shield at the sides with both hands to absorb the hammer's force. It's strike sunk deep enough into the metal to damage it beyond repair. Erza held her grip, forcing the hammer to come to a halt in front of her.

She sprinted up quickly to close the distance, leaving her sword behind. Leo released his grip on the hammer and reached down to take hold of his dagger's hilt. But he was not quick enough to pull it, Erza headbutted him beneath his chin, sending him backwards again.

Once on his back she mounted him, sending a mailed right fist to the center of his face. Blood gushed immediately with the audible sound of his nose breaking. The back of his head slamming against the stone floor.

"You call yourself a knight!" Erza screamed in her fury, sending a left across his face.

"Knights don't harm the innocent!" another strong right across his face, by now he was no longer struggling.

"Enough!" Jude commanded, Erza moved slowly off of him to stand. "You've won, now Lucy take your prize. I do suppose she's earned it. But do remember mine," he added.

"Of course father," Lucy said, glee stolen by the cries of the patrons that filled the hall. Blood continously flowing onto the stone floor. Others in a panic at blood that splattered on their fine linens. She rushed down the steps towards Erza.

"And get them to the Maesters," he gestured towards the guards in the hall.

"Come on Erza," Lucy said gently, taking hold of her forearm. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Erza was still in a minor state of shock. The hall was so loud with cries from the wounded. Several screams telling her that the first woman struck was now dead. She felt a horrible weight of guilt, the blow was meant for her. Had she known that someone would be struck, she would have taken the impact. The pain of the innocent is one of the many things Erza felt she must atone for. Upon Lucy's touch she came back and smiled warmly towards her, "Of course, milady."