Adelhelm

He remembered he couldn't stand the noises of war as it rumbled around him as everyone made their final preparations. Men fell on their knees as the septon passed and offered the blessings of the warrior to guide their hand and of the smith to strengthen their resolve in their armour, shields and swords. The sound of crashing rock against Pyke's walls as the siege engines nearly pounded their way through them. King Robert Baratheon claimed the final battle would happen any minute now.
Adelhelm took a whetstone and sharpend his blade as he tried to hide his fear.
"Are you going to sharpen that blade any further?" a soldier asked him. Adelhelm looked up immediately to the Mormont man, as he could guess from the Bear on his tabard. He was swarthy and very hairy, but looked very strong and fit." There is going to be barely any blade left on your sword."

Adelhelm gave a nervous chuckle." I guess you are right, ser." He replied.
"Not a ser, yet anyway." The man chuckled and sat down next to Adelhelm." What's your name?"
"Adelhelm, son of Aaldert Karland." Adelhelm replied as he extended his hand.
"Jorah Mormont." The burly man replied and shook Adelhelm's hand." First time?"
Adelhelm nodded. "I saw combat on the Fair isle, but I was in the back and never got close to the fighting. Me and my brother were sent by our father to see combat, he insisted we were going to be on the frontline….to show our House's loyalty to the crown."
"At your age, you barely look fifteen." The Mormont man said.
"I'm sixteen." Adelhelm replied somewhat defiantly." I'm a man enough. My brother is three years older then me and he never fought either."
"Where is your brother?" Jorah asked. Adelhelm pointed to the men kneeling in front of the septon as he swirls incense around. Aalf was much like him, well build with brown hair although many claimed he was more handsome then his older brother. Adelhelm admired his brother though, he was courageous and though and flirted with the women like a prince should do.
"Your not with the septon asking for a blessing?" Jorah asked to which Adelhelm shook his head." My father has a theory on that. There are two kinds of men who do not pray, those who do not believe in the gods and those who do not think they need them."
"I think the gods don't need me vying for my life as well." Adelhelm replied." There are…what, about three thousand men on this side already? I don't want to waste their time."

Jorah Mormont smirked a little." That is an original thought if I heard one. Not wanting to bother the gods."
Adelhelm smiled a little until he saw one of the men of house Karland head his way, a black ram crested helm tucked under his arm as his long black hair waved with the sea wind.
"Milord, the battle is about to commence, where is your brother?" the man asked.
"He is just done praying Korloff." The young Karland replied as he motioned to his brother.
"Thank you milord." Korloff bowed and went off to collect Aalf.

As the men prepared, a fat balding man in loose red robes walked past as he held out his sword in the air.
"Wonder who he is…" Jorah said as he stood up with Adelhelm.
"I think that's Thoros of Myr…" the young Karland replied." I heard he is a good friend of the king. He lits his sword on fire."
Jorah glanced at Adelhelm before he glanced back at the man of Myr.
"Brother!" Aalf smiled as he walked over to his younger brother along with Korloff." You ready for battle?"
"Ready, Aalf." Adelhelm smiled." Time to make father proud."
"Don't be overeager, your supposed to be the next heir if I get killed." Aalf chuckled and slapped him on the shoulder before he slipped his ram crested helmet on and went to join the Karland men.
"I better join mine as well, good luck out there Adelhelm, hopefully we will see each other after the battle, one this side or the other." Jorah slapped the younger Karland's shoulder." Good luck and may the Mother watch over us."
"Likewise, Jorah of House Mormont." Adelhelm said and walked to the Karland banner.

Aalf strode in front of his men as the walls of Pyke came down and the banners of the golden kraken rallied behind the crumbling defenses. "Men!" Aalf began." Who are we?"
"The Karlands!" the army chanted, led on by Korloff.
"What are our words?" He asked. Adelhelm's fear faded away as his big brother spoke. His patriotism for Karland rock returned with a thirst for Ironman blood.
"Stubborn as a rock!" the men shouted the Karland words.
"What does that mean?"
"We are stubborn gits!"
Aalf drew his sword." You are damn right! Now let's show those bastards wh odont even know how to sow to fight a proper war!"

The last boulder flew overhead over the men below and shattered the main watchtower above them and brought parts of the surrounding wall down. This cracked a opening in the wall which was the breach the men needed to get to the Greyjoys within. Thoros held his sword in the air as it caught on fire and charged in shouting "For King Robert!"
The Mormont bear followed in after. "Charge!" Aalf shouted and the Karlands charged into the fray as well. Everything moved fast now, as if the gods changed the tides of battle.

Adelhelm's senses were assaulted by the stench of death, blood, shit and piss. He lost track of his older brother and Korloff, but he stayed close to the Black Ram on the red flag and slashed at every Ironborn he saw. He remembered his first kill vividly; a stab in the gut after he shield bashed the man in the face. He remembered every expression, every last groan as blood spilled from the man's lips. He remembered the missing teeth and the gray beard. He must've been three times his age, twice at least. The second he remembered vaguely, something about a chopped off arm…or was it chopped off before? He didn't remember. It was all blurry, and it came together.

A rough tongue and a strong slap from a hand brought Adelhelm back to the present. He looked around dazed as his eyes were getting used to the bright sunlight. It couldn't be, it was cloudy a moment ago. Or was that in Pyke, he wasn't in Pyke anymore was he?
"Get up." A thick accented voice said as a force picked him up by both his arms. He was dragged to somewhere as he heard camp life fall silent. He heard horses whine, children babble and even a camp fire with the smell of something nice cooking. He was thrown on his knees in front of several people, two who sat down. As his eyes came to, he saw a large man who had long black braided hair filled with bells as his bare chest was filled with tattoos. A dothraki warlord he recalled. To woman to his right was a sharp contrast to his copper skin as she had fair white skin and hair and looked more like a princess rather then a warlord's wife, if that was her position Adelhelm guessed. By her side stood a tall, gruff looking man in armour whom he swore he recognized. Another white haired young looking man in fine clothing was also stood beside them who looked very annoyed. The rest were other dothraki riders, such as the ones who caught them.

The warlord spoke in his guttural tongue which his wife translated.
"My husband is Khal Drogo, the great Rider and Khal of this khalasar and you have killed three men of his Khallisar." She spoke with a soft yet authorative tongue." Who are you and why did you do it?"
"Thank the gods…" he sighed relieved." Someone who speaks Westros-"
A punch in the gut made him sprawl on the ground in pain.
"I suggest you speak quickly." She added.
"My...my name is Adelhelm Karland." He looked both in the eye." I killed those men because they attacked a defenseless woman."
The wife spoke in Dothraki to her husband, who in turn spoke to her." That woman was the daughter of a merchant who showed no respect for the Womb of the World by bathing in it and profaning it with other means."
"She didn't know…I acted like a knight would have done my lady…" he replied.
"Never trust a Karland, sister." The white haired man said." They are the one who let the Lannisters and the Usurpers into King's Landing and helped slay our father."

Adelhelm's head looked up immediately." My lady, are you Princess Daenerys Targaryen?"
Before she could reply, the white haired man stepped in." Have you come to kill us, you bastard? Did the usurper send you?"
"No my lor-"
"Grace!" the man shouted as he storme doff and slapped the weakened Karland hard across the face." I am King Viserys Targaryen and rightful ruler of Westeros and the Iron Throne! You will respect me and call me, your grace!"
Adelhelm panted for air as his vision swam, he heard more insults before some dothraki dragged him back.
"My brother has a point. Why are you here, Karland?" Daenerys asked.
" I….I came here…to help." He replied." Check…check my pack…please.."

Daenerys looked to the tall knight who walked over to a dothraki who held the pack. He spoke some words of the dothraki language which made the horselord hold the pack open. After rooting around, the knight took out the large bundled black cloth. He unclipped it as the wind raced over the plains. Adelhelm shielded his eyes with his eyelids as he peered through them and barely saw the flag wave in the wind. It was a black flag with a three headed red dragon embroided in it. The family symbol of the Targaryens.
She looked at the flag, and smiled." This is my family's flag…."
"It takes a man of great courage to make this seal in Westeros, Khaleesi." The knight said." This is Westrosi made and this man can be trusted."
"How do you know?" Viserys asked.
"I know this cloth is only made in Dorne and I fought alongside this man nine years ago against a tyrant."
The wind passed as the knight, who gave the flag to one of the princess' handmaidens, walked over to Adelhelm. "Long time no see, Adelhelm of House Karland."
"Jorah Mormont…?" Adelhelm smiled.
"When you spoke of seeing each other on the other side, I did not mean on the other side of the world."
"The gods have a sense of humour."
"That they do." Jorah smirked and turned to face the Khal and his Khaleesi." I vouch on my honour, we can trust this man, Khaleesi. He shows we have allies in Westeros still."
Daenerys stared at Adelhelm for a long moment.
"Are you insane, woman?" Viserys glared at his sister." What are you waiting for, we cant trust him! Kill him!"

She ignored her brother's outburst and spoke to her husband before she walked over to Adelhelm and looked him in the eye with her purple gaze.
"Do you swear to me, Ser Adelhelm Karland that you will follow me truly?"
"You….are the true Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, your grace. The corruption in the courts and my own house have destroyed all that is good and dear…I will follow you to all of the seven hells if I have to, your grace. I swear on my honour, on my armour and all I have left including my soul, I will follow you."
she said nothing as she stared at him stil, before she stood up and walked over to her husband. They spoke in the dothraki tongue until he nodded and stood. He spoke a single word as one of Adelhelm's captors drew his curfed sword and cut the rope that held his feet and with another slash the hands. And like that the crowd moved away, including the Khal.
"Thank you, your gr-"
"Khaleesi." Daenerys gave the smallest of smiles." I am Khaleesi." And with that she walked off after her husband as Viserys stormed off.

"You are a lucky man, Adelhelm." Jorah said as he helped him up." Few can persuade the Khal's mind. Did you pray to the Seven or did you not bother again?"
"My mind was stuck on staying alive rather then remembering my prayers…." Adembert chuckled." Thank you, for saving my life."
"The Khaleesi needs more trustworthy people from her own lands if she wishes to rule them wisely."
"What of the king?"
Jorah looked back at the trail left behind by the Beggar King." You remember the old saying? Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss that coin into the air and the world holds its breath to see what side it falls on. I think by now you know what side his coin fell."
Adelhelm nodded as he held his side." What of the merchant's daughter? Is she alright?"
"She is fine…not many foreigners can kill one dothraki, let alone three to defend a woman. I will take you to her later, right now I wager you deserve a drink and some rest."
Adelbert gave a nod and walked off with the Mormont man and silently prayed a thank you to the Seven to have found a friend on the other side of the world.

A few hours later, he awoke with a sore head. He recalled having drunk with Ser Jorah..and not much after. He tried to set up, but found something on his chest. He opened his eyes, and found the sleeping head of a beautiful woman on his chest. Even in the moonlight outside he saw she had a tanned skin and long black hair that probably reached to her torso. She must've felt his movement for she stirred and smiled when her eyes found his." Are you awake, my good ser Adelhelm?"
"So it seems…" Adelhelm replied somewhat ackward." You are the merchant's daughter, aren't you?"
"indeed I am…" she said before she kissed him. He returned the kiss as she straddled him. Already he felt his manhood straighten up again despite it feeling sore.
"Oh…it seems our good knight has rested well." She smirked before she slipped it inside her with a pleasured moan. A name came to his head, Elora Sand.
"Elora…" he groaned as he began to move with her.
"Indeed…" she groaned in return as they coupled once more.
He was home, Adelhelm thought to himself, he was home. And yet wondered where his older brother was.