danceegirl92:Don't worry about Nymeria she's fine and no she won't have such courage.
Master of Dragons God: Thank You.
Bruce
Bruce stood seething with anger in Lord Darry's hall. The room was crowded full of Lannister, Stark and Baratheon men. Too crowded, he thought; left alone, Stark and the king might have been able to settle the matter quietly. His father was slumped in Darry's high seat at the far end of the room, his face sullen. Cersei Lannister and her son stood beside him. The queen had her hand on Joffrey's shoulder. Thick silk bandages covered the boy's arm. Beside him the Hound, his barking dog helm under his left arm and right hand on his sword. Arya stood in the center of the room, alone but for one of her father's men, every eye upon her.
Ned Stark burst into the room his face drowning in fury. He looked to his daughter and called loudly "Arya,". He went to her, his boots ringing on the stone floor. When she saw him, she cried out and began to sob. Lord Eddard went to one knee and took her in his arms. She was shaking. "I'm sorry," she sobbed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "I know, are you hurt?" Arya tried to calm down but more tears barked up instead. He rose to face the king. "What is the meaning of this?" His eyes swept the room, searching for friendly faces. But for his own men, they were few enough. Ser Raymun Darry guarded his look well. Lord Renly wore a half smile that might mean anything, and old Ser Barristan was grave.
Then Eddard looked to Bruce, who stood in off to the side of Ser Barristan, his scowl deepening at him 'Careful, Stark. I'm the only ally you've got here.' thought Bruce when he turned away from him and back to his father."Why was my daughter not brought to me at once?" He spoke to Robert, but it was Cersei who answered. "How dare you speak to your king in that manner!" The king stirred. "Quiet, woman," he snapped. He straightened in his seat. "I am sorry, Ned. I never meant to frighten the girl. It seemed best to bring her here and get the business done with quickly." "And what business is that?" The queen stepped forward. "You know full well, Stark. This girl of yours attacked my son. Her and her butcher's boy. That animal of hers tried to tear his arm off. And then seduced Bruce into haking his head off!"
Arya spoke out loudly, "That's not true! He was hurting Mycah and Bruce tried to stop him!" Cersei rounded on Arya, "Joff told us what happened," the queen said. "You and the butcher boy beat him with clubs while you set your wolf on him." "That didn't happen!" Arya shouted back. "Yes it is!" Joffrey insisted. "They all attacked me, and she tried to have Brue open my throat!" Bruce noticed that he did not so much as glance at Arya as he spoke. "Liar!" Arya yelled. "Shut up!" the prince yelled back.
"Enough!" the king roared, rising from his seat. Silence fell. He glowered at Arya through his thick beard. "Now, you will tell me what happened. And remember, it is a great crime to lie to a king." Bruce stepped toward his father, "Then you should have had Joffery in a Black Cell since he could speak." All eyes turned to him. His mother looked as though she would have slapped him, "How dare you say such a thing about your brother. Rob-" "Quiet! Hold your tounge!" the king looked to his son "All of you."
As Arya began her story, the doors to the hall opened. In came Jaime Lannister and one of the Lannister men. In the man's arms was the whimpering form of Arya's direwolf. The wolf pup wriggled free from the guard's grasp, and limped toward Arya, who rushed to meet her, more tears falling. "There it is!" cried Joffery pointing at the direwolf "That's it! Dog! Bring me the bitch's head." the Hound grinned and drew his sword as he descended the steps. Bruce drew his own blade and pointed it to the giant of a man, "Careful, Clegane. I'd hate for you to scar that pretty face." The Hound laughed and spat out, "I killed my first man when I was twelve, boy. What can you do to frighten me?" Bruce's uncle stepped forward half drawing his own blade, "It's not so much what he'll do, as what I'll do." Cersei stood shocked "Jaime!" she half shouted, half pleaded. The king shouted for silence again and asked Arya to continue. Ser Jaime sheathed his longsword fully, but the Hound and Lion kept their's out, quietly growling at each other.
When Arya reached the part in her story where Joffery slashed her across the chest Renly smirked and spoke , "A girl, 4 years your junior, laughs at you and you almost have her head off? Quite the temper the boy has, eh, Ser Barristan." nudging the Kingsguard who stood beside him. Joffery began to redden and his mother's paitence snapped, "Enough of this! Ser Clegane?" The Hound swept his sword up, knocking back Bruce's. He then swung side ways but Bruce blocked it and swung back. Ser Jaime drew his own blade and ran to his nephew's aid, as he pressed his offensive. Clegane backed up the steps to his master and the queen, meeting both Lannister's attack with his own. In a desperate attempt to break them, the Hound held Jaime's sword with his own and lunged with his fist at Bruce. It impacted on his mouth and sent him reeling, he then brought it back and smacked Ser Jaime across the jaw. Following this the Hound then charged strait for Arya and Nymeria, who were now limping for the door.
Lord Stark stepped forward this time, and shouldered his king out of the way and drew his ancesteral greatsword. Ser Barristan then ran froward placing himself in between the king and the Hound his blade now drawn like the others. Yet again the sound of steel hitting against steel went ringing out. All three men stood, their swords out stretched keeping each other at bay. Finally, King Robert roared out for peace, "Damn this! Ned, you make sure you punish your girl and I'll puish my boy. You can be sure who ever is in the wrong is punished." the Lord of Winterfell was the first to sheath his sword, "If Clegane comes for my daughter again you can find yourself a new Hand and Joffery a new pet." he growled and turned to lead his daughter out the room.
The king sighed, but his queen was not done yet, "And what of justice? Your heir is savaged and you will do nothing. He will bear his scars for the rest of his life!" the king also turned to leave the room, "Good! Perhaps he will learn a lesson from it. Barristan. Kingslayer. Come." and he left and his guards followed as did the rest of the spectators, Jaime sparred a glance for his nephew, whose bottom lip now oozed blood. Bruce looked to his mother who looked fit to burst, she then glarred at her second born, "Joffery!" she snapped "Go to Sansa! She will need you. She seemed unsettled when she followed you back to the camp." Bruce sneered 'Unsettled? She looked like a ship-wreck.' Joffery glarred at his brother as he passed "Dog, come!" he commanded as he left.
Cersei stormed across the room and slapped her son hard across the face. "If your father will not punish you I will." She slapped him again, "How could you do that!? To your own brother!" She tried to slap him a third time but Bruce grabbed her wrist and growled, "I protect an innocent girl from that monster and you call it treason. He has his dog rape and butcher an innocent girl and you call it a breakdown in communtication. Perhaps if you treated him like shit as well as me you'd be able to see the wrong in it." With that Bruce stalked away leaving his mother wide-eyed. Just before he left her alone he turned back and spat, "Don't forget which Lannister get's Casterly Rock after Grandfather. It'd be a shame if I called in the crown debts on Joffery's Corination day." With that he left the room in a stunned silence.