"Will she come?" Ellarias voice was soft and weak as she spoke down the hall.
"I hope not." Jaime answered the woman.
"I hear she's a great fighter, she could kill that cunt with no problem." Yara spoke.
"From the short time that I knew her, she seemed like the person who would come." Theon added.
"She was injured in the battle." Jaime leaned his head back against the wall, rolling the crown against the stone, "I don't know if she's even alive."
Ellarias spoke to him, "I pray she is. I wish to ask her forgiveness for the death of her father."
"Yes, she doesn't like you very much for that." Jaime responded, "I don't even know if she knows you all are here. I didn't."
The main door to the cells opened. Footsteps and armor could be heard coming down the hallway towards Jaime's cell. Cersei and the Mountain appeared in front of him and Cersei smiled, "It looks as if your Queen has come for you."
Jaime was relieved to hear she was alive, but that relief was soon gone with worry about how injured she could be and what Cersei had planned for her.
He had been chained to the Iron Throne, the collar still around his neck when the doors to the Great Hall opened. She tried to hide the limp as she walked but he could tell she was in pain on both sides of her body. Rylee walked in with Lord Baelish in chains. He was confused, they had been told Baelish was dead when they arrived at Winterfell, so how was he standing in front of them? Rylee stood back from Cersei who had Qyburn and the Mountain next to her on one side and Jaime chained on the other on his knees. Cersei had grown to confident, her Queens Guard wasn't even in the room. She held Baelish's chains out, "A traitor for a traitor."
"Why would I want that sniveling rat?" Cersei looked insulted.
"He's does far more against you than your brother. He framed your family for the Stark boys attempted murder, he whisked Sansa Stark away when Joffrey died, hell he's the one who killed Jon Arryn and started the whole issue." Rylee pulled at the chains yanking the man forward, "He's more of a traitor than anyone else."
"I don't want him. I want you dead." Cersei smiled then looked to the Mountain, "Kill her, slowly, have fun with her if you want, but make sure she screams. Leave her pretty face so that by brother may stare at her cold and lifeless eyes before we chop her head off."
"I will not fight him. You told me to come and face you." Rylee had her hand on her sword as the Mountain moved closer, "Pick up a blade and fight me yourself you bitch!"
"No." Cersei said as she watched the giant man unsheathe his massive weapon. Jaime jerked forward, wanting to help her but the collar choked him. He stopped when he saw Rylee pull her sword while avoiding the heavy strike from the man. She was injured but she was still faster than his swings, he just worried about her injuring herself further.
Rylee couldn't let this last too long, she could feel the stitches the healer had put in her leg being pulled at. He was so big, she was trying to find a weak point in his armor and as she avoided a large swing she went under his arm, swiping at it with her blade but it did nothing. He didn't even bleed. She moved out of the way and her eyes connected with Baelish's and she moved her eyes towards Qyburn.
Baelish stepped backwards from the fight as if he was getting out of the way. Rylee continued holding off the Mountain, drawing the attention of all in the room as Baelish snuck around closing ground on Qyburn. Pulling out a dagger the man rushed the Maester and began stabbing him in the stomach before slitting his throat.
Rylee tried to dodge another attack but the sword caught the back of her arm, narrowly slicing it as the large monster tripped her. She landed on the ground and reached her sword in time to put it in front of her stopping the Mountains blade from splitting her chest open. She let out a yell that caught Baelish's attention and the man looked at her, then back to Cersei. Jaime was pulling on his chains screaming out for Rylee as she struggled. He looked to his sister who was stuck in her chair looking at the man who had killed Qyburn, trying to figure out an exit. Jaime yelled, "Stop this! Let her go!"
Baelish ran behind the Mountain and reached through his legs, grabbing Rylee by hers and pulled the girl out from under him, her sword able to keep his from her until she was out. Arya took off the face to check on Rylee but the Queen recovered instantly, favoring her sliced leg even more now.
Jaime saw Cersei about to leave the Throne and he grabbed the loose chain from his collar and wrapped it around her neck, pinning her there, "Stop this! NOW!"
Alastar and Sandor were waiting on the shore with Davos. Alastar was fidgeting and Sandor looked at the man, "Come on, they've taken to long already."
The knight followed the other man leaving Davos with the boat.
Arya had been smacked away, hitting the floor hard and she was down for a moment, the breath knocked from her. The Mountain had been moving in towards the girl but Rylee came and jumped on his back, her blade swiping at his arm again, and it cut off the hand that had his sword in it. With the other one he grabbed her armor and a flung her off of his back. She rolled for a moment, losing her sword, before sliding on her knees to kick his sword even further away from him.
Jaime held Cersei's neck tight, thinking that perhaps they had won now that the Mountain didn't have his sword but his grip loosened from shock as Rylee was hit hard in the stomach by the new stump at the end of the man's arm, a dent now in her armor. She doubled over but the creature grabbed her by the neck, his hand able to fit around all of it and began lifting her off of the ground. Arya began crawling for her sword despite having at least one broken rib as well as a bruised lung. Jaime's eyes began to well with tears as Rylee clawed at the man's hand, Cersei having a wild grin on her face.
"Your Majesty!" Alastar yelled seeing his Queen being held by the throat and both he and Sandor rushed the Mountain.
Seeing this the giant chucked Rylee to the side by her neck as he grabbed his sword in his other hand. She slammed into a pillar and Jaimes heart stopped as she slid to the floor, he could only watch as her knight rushed to her side but he felt the tightness in his chest release as she held up a shaky hand to him to show that she was alright and to go fight. She sat there for a moment catching her breath before her eyes connected with Arya who was trying to stand now. Rylee then looked over to Cersei who was still being held by Jaime and she knew they had to finish the Mountain first.
They were all attacking him trying to kill him but no matter how they hit him, he wouldn't die. The man swung his sword wildly and Alastar pushed his queen out of the way of an attack, the sword digging deep into his side. Rylee yelled out catching her friend as he fell and dragged him away from the fight, "I'm alright."
"Stay down." She told him, "You idiot, you shouldn't have done that!"
"The left hand is the shield." He said covering his wound.
"Not my left hand, it also holds a sword. Stay down, that's an order." She gripped her sword tight returning to the fight, sore and barely able to put pressure on her leg. "How do we kill this fucker?"
"The dagger! It's fucking Valerian steel!" Sandor huffed and the three looked at each other and knew. Mustering up everything she had left she ran at the man and Sandor did the same from the other side, they ran their swords into his side as he lifted to swing at Arya who pushed her way through his legs avoiding the swing of his sword and turned jumping up, stabbing him in the neck with her dagger. The man let out a loud scream before turning into ash.
Arya and Sandor caught their breath, but Rylee turned to Cersei who was still being held by Jaime. She limped up to the Iron throne and Jaime let go of her neck and looked to Rylee who hesitated, remembering that the woman was pregnant. Jaime looked at her and saw this hesitation, "Rylee…she miscarried."
Rylee moved swiftly and pulled out her own dagger from her hip and ran it through Cersei's shoulder, the blade being pinned between melted steel swords of the throne. Cersei cried out in pain but then looked at Rylee, her lip quivering, "Come on then! Do it!"
"No." Rylee spoke her voice low, "You have caused me pain, you have tried to kill me, but you have failed. It was not my family you murdered, as much as he meant to me, Ned wasn't my father. While you may have damaged me, you didn't destroy all that I hold dear. Your life isn't mine to take, because the North remembers."
Rylee moved away from Cersei and walked to Jaime, looking over him as Arya began approaching Cersei. She looked at his face, "Are you hurt?"
"Me?" He almost laughed, but he was too concerned for her and cupped her face, "Rylee, look at you, you're barely standing. Why did you come?"
"Well, it appeared to be the least problematic solution." Rylee said trying to undo the collar around his neck, "I wouldn't lose you."
Jaime wrapped his arms around her not caring about the fact that he was still in chains. Arya looked down at Cersei who had been watching this from her chair. The girl whispered, "I wanted you to see that before you died. I wanted you to see that you have lost everything."
Cersei looked up at the girl before Arya slit her throat. Sandor came over to help undo Jaimes chains while Alastar tried to stand and walk. Once Jaime was out of chains Alastar had made it to them but tripped up the stairs. Sandor looked at him, "I'll help him back to the boat. Come on."
"There are others, Ellaria Sand and the Greyjoys down in the cells." Jaime told them helping to support Rylee.
"Well then, let's go and get them." Rylee said and they made their way to the cells.
Once there they had released the others but were stopped by a clapping sound behind them. Euron Greyjoy was standing there with a menacing smile. He looked at Rylee, "You look good with blood on you!"
Jaime tensed and pulled Rylee closer to him, knowing she couldn't fight anyone else, and it kept him from lunging at the man. The sound of a dragon overhead distracted them all and Theon pulled Alastars sword from his side, "All of you, go! I can deal with him."
"Theon." Yara looked at her brother.
"Yara, go." Theon looked at his sister before turning back to his uncle who picked up the axe that was leaning on his leg.
The group made their way through the tunnels. Arya looked back at Rylee, "Is it Daenerys?"
"Gods let's hope." Rylee said.
"Let's hope whoever it is doesn't start lighting things on fire." Ellaria said as they moved through the tunnels.
"Why?" Sandor asked.
"Cersei's planted wildfire throughout the city." Jaime answered.
"What?" Rylee said not believing it. She knew that if any of those stores were hit by dragon's fire, they would burn the whole city down.
"We need to keep moving then!" Sandor yelled out to them.
Rylee looked to Alastar whose feet were dragging and eyes barely staying open, "Alastar, stay awake."
He mumbled a response and she kept going, "We're almost out, almost home."
Yara despite being still injured from her time as a captive of Euron helped to support the Knight enabling Sandor to move quicker as he led them out of the tunnels and to the shore. Davos ran up to them helping to get them on the boat, "We've gotta go!"
Rylee looked back and saw that it wasn't Dany on her dragon but the Night King on his and his dragon was spitting blue flames, the Red Keep already on fire. He was trying to replenish his army. Jaime helped her into the boat and helped to push them off shore. She looked back to Alastar who was propped up against the back of the boat and noticed his eyes were shut, "Alastar? Alastar!"
There was no response from her friend and now that they were in the water they began rowing. Yara yelled, "What about Theon?"
"Can he swim?" Davos asked as Jaime pulled Rylee into his arms helping to keep her sitting up.
"Of course." She answered.
"Then we'll wait for him off shore a ways." Davos kept rowing.
A loud explosion went off in the city and they all turned to look as more went off after it. The dragons blue flames had been turned green from wildfire. All they could do is watch and listen to the screams of people still alive in the city, as the dragon let out an angry yell. Jaime stared at the scene he had once killed a king to prevent, his face wearing shock and horror. Rylee spoke, her voice soft and her eyes wide and watering, "What do we do?"
"Nothing we can do." Davos said, his voice strained.
"What do you mean? There has to be something? A million people are dying!" She turned to look at him, her hand resting on Jaimes chest, trying to comfort him while still trying to do something else to help.
Sandor's voice was angry, mostly at the situation, "What can you do? You can barely walk!"
"The Isle of Faces." Arya said while holding her side.
"What?" Jaime asked.
"That's where Bran said he was going, it's closer than Winterfell. We could go there? See if we can help him?" Arya looked at them, unsure if what she was even suggesting was plausible.
"We need to get you all to see a Maester or Healer." Jaime looked at all of them, "You both have been prisoners for a long time, Alastar isn't even awake, Arya you were injured, and Rylee can barely keep her eyes open or sit up. We need to get somewhere where you all can be looked at."
"The Isle of Faces." Rylee said, "We should go there."
"Rylee." Jaime looked down at her.
"It's secluded. Won't have to worry about attacks. We know enough to clean and bandage the wounds until we can make it to someone to do it properly." She muttered as her head rested against Jaime's chest.
The group looked around at each other and silently agreed that that's where they would go.
Davos looked at Yara and the girl nodded her head, sadness over coming her face as the he began to row the boat away, the screams growing quieter the farther they got from the city and closer to the ship that had brought them there.
A/N: So I know this wasn't a long one but it was a good pausing point in the story but I'll have the next chapter out soon! Let me know what you guys think :D