Holo everyone it's me Barbasulrico again! Hehe I been watching to much simply naillogical lately. ^^"
So a new chapter posted, yay! I have not found a new beta yet... much because I havn't been looking very hard. But I hope that will accept me and this story for what it is. Average writing by an non-english speaker. If I by chance find a beta that I feel comfortable working with I will do that but for now I am on my own.
Sorry, I am rambling. Please enjoy!
The wind whipped and the waves clashed against the wall of Storm's end. Stannis stared out over the waters with a deep frown of his face. He thought about what Melisandre had proposed. He king? That Roberts children wasn't his own but bastards of Jaime Lannister. If so, he would be the next in line. Could he?
"My king", the seductive voice of Melisandre disturbed his musings. She walked up to him, caressed his shoulder and kneeled before him. He glanced at her before returning his eyes to the sea. Yes, he could.
The hound tried to keep his eyes of the prince, but when something beyond one's comprehensions was presented before you it was hard not to stare. They been on the road for few weeks now and whenever their supplies were running out they found a farm or traveller's whom were happy to provide them with everything they needed. Tommen didn't even introduce himself, he just walked up to them, spoke with his silver tongue and everyone obeyed him.
The hound was also very confused over where they were going. The only time Tommen had left the capital was on the royal families travel to Winterfell and Tommen spent most of that journey inside a cart. He should have no idea how to get anywhere but the boy never hesitated when choosing direction. Not that the hound was sure where they were going but still. He wasn't going to ask; he wasn't about to give the little brat the pleasure of explaining anything to him in the condescending voice he used on the little girl.
That was another thing that bothered the hound. The little girl Annie, she never complained and did anything Tommen asked but he still treated her like she was something you scraped of your shoe. The times he had tried to interfere had ended awful, Tommen had actually made him hit her. The hound still didn't understand how that had happen but ever since then he stopped try to defend the girl. Tommen hitting her gave her a bruise, him hitting her could seriously injure her. He sighed and swept his eyes at the surrounding.
That evening Annie sat by the fire, gently playing with the flames. She was getting better at creating shapes and controlling the size. She loved the fire, it was warm and safe. She felt protected and not so alone. Alone was a common feeling ever since she disappointed Tommen, she wished she could take it all back. She wished Tommen would be her friend again.
Annie frowned as she forced the tears back, she didn't want Tommen to think she was a cry baby. She would work hard until Tommen forgave her. She tensed as she heard footsteps behind her, they were to light to be the hounds so she knew it was Tommen.
"You are getting better, very impressive", Tommen said in a collected voice before walking to Ares' and Hel's basket. Annie felt warmth spread through her chest and the tears couldn't be hold back anymore. He had forgiven her, she knew it.
"Ser Clegane", Prince Tommen's voice made the hound turn and look at the boy. He was just finished skinning the rabbit the little girl brought to him. He was still very impressed and confused over when she would have had time to hunt. He was even more confused over how she killed them, the only sign of injury on them was burn marks on their throats.
"Yes", he answered with his ruff voice. He eyed the prince with suspicion, the little brat was up to something. A pleasant smile was plastered on his smug face. Yes, defiantly up to something.
"I have decided to bestow a great honour upon you", Tommen spoke softly and raised his hand. Almost instantly a heavy pressure surrounded the hound. He gasped and tried to move away from the force. The pressure increased, forcing him on his knees.
"What are you doing?!" the hounds eyes filled with anger as he watched the prince walk closer.
"As I said, I am bestowing you a great honour few will ever receive", the words were spoken almost a whisper but the hound had no difficulty hearing them and the threat behind them. Few times in this life had the hound ever felt so helpless, there was no escape from the suffocating force holding him.
"And what is that?" Clegane almost choked on his words, it was getting hard to breath.
"I'm giving you a choice", Tommen stood directly in front of the hound now. On his knees the knight was still taller than the boy but the authority radiating from Tommen couldn't be mistaken.
"Either you die here, right now, or you become my loyal servant", the fear bit Clegane's heart. This little boy would either crush him or make him a slave.
"And how will you ensure my loyalty?" He knew it was stupid to ask, the question may remove the choice from him. Maybe that was what he really wanted? He didn't want to ask for his death, he was too weak.
"I will mark you and after I mark you… you can never escape", Tommen's eyes turned red as he spoke. Demon child, the thought crossed Clegane's mind. Tommen smirked, as if he had heard.
"I am going to take over this world, this world will be mine. You want to be a part of that world or will you leave it."
The hound swallowed hard, he knew it was crazy but a part of him got curious. A part of him wanted to see what this boy was capable of.
"Mark me then and show me", he barked. The red eyes lit up with glee and the devil smirk grew larger. That was the last thing he saw before pain consumed him and everything went dark.
"Are you okay?" Clegane grunted and tried to open his eyes. When they finally opened a sweet round face meet him. Annie looked concerned as she slowly stroked his hair. Clegane tried to adjust his position on the ground but was meet with a soaring pain.
"Try not to move yet, your body is still bonding to Tommen's magic", Annie explained and smiled.
"It's amazing isn't it? His magic. It will keep us safe you know. He will always be able to protect us now", Annie signed wishfully. The hound stared at her, the prince had her completely brainwashed.
Voldemort glanced over at the sleeping forms of his followers before returning his gaze to the fire. Soon they would be at Storm's end, soon he would meet his uncle again. But something felt off. The closer they got the more magic filled the air. At first he'd become excited at the prospect of a new follower but now… This force was powerful but different. It wasn't solid, it didn't have a specific host but seemed to surround the air. It reminded him of the power he felt at Winterfell when he touched weirwood tree. Was there such a tree here? He didn't know.
Oh, how he hated not knowing. Voldemort signed, he waved his hand, putting up the wards for the night before laying down to sleep.
Melisandre frowned at the fire, something was coming. Her lord warned her, she would have to either bring it into the light or destroy it… she would not let anything stand in the way of her lord.
Not a lot of Voldemort in this chapter I know. But next time he will be confronted with Melisandra and the true plot for this story will be reveled! Or not... yeah probably not. That will remain hidden for now... maybe forever we will see... Okay now I'm just teasing. It's just that I have such an ambitious storyline planned ... I will stop now. Forget I said anything! (No one reads these notes right?)