Robb was out with the hunting party while Francine and Jon stayed back. It was the first time they were left together for a while since Robb was always with them. Jon had so much on his mind to tell Francine, but he was afraid. The two were sitting by the fire by themselves. There she was, just sitting there across the way with nothing to say. And all Jon wanted to do, that he was dying to try was to kiss her. He couldn't deny he wanted her. Just looking at her reassured him just how much he wanted her. But Jon was too shy, and he couldn't gather the courage to kiss Francine. It was sad and a shame, knowing how much he'd miss Francine.
Jon wanted to kiss Francine now. He knew no time would be better. He wished he wasn't so scared, especially when they were finally left to be alone. And when Jon gathered the courage to speak up, he lost his chance because the hunting party came back. It was the last feast before the last battle, and there was plenty of food.
Eddard Stark faced forward back to the enemy's fort standing by his son. Francine was in the 11th row in the army line, still upset that she couldn't be up front when this was a war she started. Both Starks ran forward on their horses with their swords tightly held in their hands. The army followed forward, and Francine clicked Epona's heels. She rode forward with her shield wrapped around her right hand, her sword in her left.
Francine put her shield in front and saw the army in front of her surrounding the enemy's fort. Her heart pounded furiously with every gallop, the enemies getting closer and closer. Her hand was so tightly gripped around her sword. She saw a sort of paved out pathway in the battlefield towards the castle. "Let's go, Epona," Francine said to her horse. She leaned forward with her shield and rode on forward. Francine couldn't believe the power of having a shield. It deflected all the soldiers on foot. Winterfell wasn't completely there to the entrance of the castle and she had to get off the horse or else she'd make herself an easy target.
Francine hopped off Epona and pushed the horse away. The horse ran from the battlefield and Francine ran forward with her shield with Brave by her side. She mostly tried to push everyone away as best she could, but it only got her so far. An enemy ran forward towards Francine with his sword, and they had eye contact. She saw that this man was in killer-mode, fighting-for-his-life mode, and so was she. She deflected his attack, and pierced the man through the stomach. She quickly withdrew her sword from the man and continued on forward.
Francine was dealing with another enemy, when another soldier came to help fight her. She saw this in the corner of her eye and was about to make a dodge-and-slash move when Robb came to fight off the soldier. She fought off her soldier, and looked back at Robb. He looked back at her and they couldn't help but smile at one another. She knew he was always going to be there for her, and the two became Batman and Superman. They fought, and no one could stop them together. They were unstoppable, and their army was a huge contribution. They had a more powerful army than the opponent's, and things were going in Winterfell's favor.
Francine and Robb entered the castle grounds, and there was the throne room. It was right in front of Francine's eyes. The couple continued on forward and Robb shouted, "There!" Francine looked forward and saw the king's first son, dressed in the finest armor. Robb tried to pave a way for Francine, and the heir saw. She could see the heir growl Robb's name, and he ran after Robb. The two went at it, and the heir's anger seemed to give him power. He slashed his sword against Robb's sword hand, and Robb dropped his sword from the pain. Francine ran forward pushed Robb out of the way as if tagging him out.
The heir looked at Francine with confusion seeing a girl on the battlefield. He saw Robb standing next to the girl, his arm bleeding. It clicked. The heir knew that this must be the girl who killed his father, and anger flared in the heir's eyes. It was an anger that was worse when he saw Robb, but it didn't startle Francine. "So you have come here to die with your people," the heir shouted at Francine, pointing his sword right at her.
"No, I've come to stop you," Francine shouted and ran forward. The heir attacked Francine with all his might, and Francine was relying on her shield more than her sword. She knew she couldn't handle his power. He was too physically strong. Francine needed to weaken him, and the only way was to take away his power: his sword.
The heir laughed seeing Francine hiding behind her shield. "You're weak!" He struck his sword down hard at her shield. Francine kept backing up, and she looked behind. There were the steps towards the throne table that stretched from nearly one end of the wall to the other. The heir struck down his sword with another boisterous laugh, and Francine fell on her ass. She quickly scrambled onto her nimble feet, and she could see the heir was getting out of breath. She knew she needed to wear him down, and so she moved as slowly as she could, trying to get him to attack her more and more.
The heir was losing his power, and Francine could feel it from his attack on her shield. It was still strong, but it was weakening. She quickly ran back and hopped across the table. Francine quickly looked back and saw the heir walking towards her but stopped at the table, it acting as a border between the two. "Get back here you coward," the heir snarled in a creepy way. Francine quickly ran to her right, and the heir ran to his left to follow Francine. She stopped and so did he. She then ran to her left, and the heir ran to his right. Before he could've reacted, Francine hopped right back onto the table. The heir slashed his sword horizontally at Francine's legs, and she jumped. She landed before he could've repositioned for another attack, and she swung her leg forward as quickly and hard as she could. She kicked the heir's head back with a tremendous force, and the heir fell on his back.
Francine jumped off the table and kicked his sword away, putting hers to his throat. The heir looked up at Francine with anger and humiliation, being defeated by a woman. She stood there for a moment, soaking in the fact that she won. "What do you want from me?" the heir asked with fear that Francine had his life in her hands.
"Stand up." The heir looked down at the sword at his throat, and he looked back up at Francine. He slowly stood up and Francine followed her sword to his throat. "Now, tell your people to stop fighting." The heir shouted loudly, and it took a while for anybody to hear his voice. But it became like a domino-effect. When one soldier looked up towards the stage, every other soldier followed. It became dead silent in the room and awfully still. "Tell your people that you will step down from the throne."
"My crown, is that what you want? Here, take it." The heir threw his crown at Francine's feet, but she didn't take her eyes off of him.
"Tell your people that you will step down from the throne," she ordered once more. The heir shouted to his people that he will step down from the throne, and he glanced at Francine. She motioned for him to step to the left, and he did. She picked up the crown on the floor and looked at the soldiers looking up at her. "You have followed this boy's father because of this crown he wore. This crown signified your loyalty to a king who I killed in self-defense." She looked down at the crown and took in a deep breath. "I hope this may signify your freedom." Francine broke the crown in half and threw it on the floor.
No one moved. No one knew what to do. They just all stood there looking at Francine and the broken crown on the floor. Francine felt like shit. She thought she messed up bad this time because there was no reaction. The heir quickly ran towards Francine, taking this opportunity to attack her. He took her for a fool, and he was one to do so. She dodged to the left easily, and she lifted her sword up with both hands around the handle. She lifted the sword above her head and brought it downward through his back. The heir shouted in pain and Francine withdrew her sword before he hit the ground limp. Without looking back down at him, she walked down the steps away from the dieing heir. "All hail the Warden of the North!" a soldier shouted. Once again, there was another domino-effect.
Hayley was at the underground club and so was every other 21st century friend. They were all drinking their booze, enjoying the good music from their world. "Hey, do you smell something funny?" Jessica asked.
"I don't smell nothin'," another girl replied. But the smell was getting worse.
"Fire!" The entire club went wild with frenzy at the word fire, and Hayley stood up looking at the girls running to the exit.
"It won't open!" A girl tried opening the hidden door from the main entrance, but it didn't budge. "It's locked! We're trapped in here!" Smoke started seeping into the club and girls were screaming, crying, praying for their lives. Hayley pushed the girls out of her way and tried propping open the trap door, but it wouldn't budge. It felt as if something heavy was preventing it from opening. She cursed and tried to think through all the cries, screaming, and panic.
Hayley remembered the creepy tunnel that led even farther away from Winterfell. She remembered stumbling there when she was drunk with the crew. Hayley ran backstage and entered the creepy tunnel. She sniffed the air and it smelled like gasoline. Before she could react, she heard the sound of a match and she saw the light way ahead of her. It was just a man holding the lighted match, and he quickly threw it on the floor. The fire formed where the gasoline was poured, and it came right at Hayley.
When Francine entered Eddard Stark's tent, she was greeted by loud cheers. Eddard was there with his generals, including Robb and Jon. They all lifted Francine off her feet, lifting her high and cheering for her. She asked them to put her down, and so they did. "You've done it," Eddard spoke with a smile. "You've ended the war."
"We're going back to Winterfell?" she asked.
"Tomorrow morning."
"Good. I can't wait." When she saw Robb, they tackled each other into a big hug. The two left the tent hand-in-hand, and they walked towards her tent. She hummed a little melody to herself.
"What is that melody?" Robb asked intoxicated by her beautiful voice. Francine sang the words to the melody while walking in a slow, dream-state.
So this is love, mmmmmm
So this is love
So this is what makes life divine
I'm all aglow, mmmmmm
And now I know
The key to all heaven is mine
My heart has wings, mmmmmm
And I can fly
I'll touch every star in the sky
So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of
Mmmmmm
Mmmmmm
So this is love
Francine stirred awake, feeling Robb's calloused hands on her bare back. He was still asleep and she could hear men outside cleaning up their belongings to go back home. Francine put her hand on Robb's arm, and he stirred awake. He smiled brightly and said, "You're still here."
"Where would I have gone?" Robb shrugged and kissed Francine sweetly on her lips. He still felt the excitement in his stomach from last night, and he brushed his fingertips across Francine's bare body from shoulder to bottom. "You smile like a little boy with ice cream."
"Last night was amazing."
"I know. You told me a dozen times last night," she chuckled. Francine rolled onto her back and immediately Robb rolled on top of her. He pushed her legs aside with his legs, and Francine's hands were around Robb's back. He kissed her lovingly. "I don't know if we'll have time. The men are already cleaning up."
"They can wait for us." Robb slowly leaned in and he tried to quiet his groans so that he could listen to Francine's. He pushed in slowly, cherishing the sensation of his member being comforted by a tight warmth. He felt Francine's fingers clinging onto his back when he was fully inside her, and she squirmed around to get comfortable with his size.
Robb went at a slow-pace thrust, making it very sensual. It didn't take long to get Francine to cum from his love-making, and he finished off listening to Francine's orgasm. The two were out of breath and he was still in her when Jon spoke from outside the tent. "Francine, Francine wake up. We're getting ready to go home."
"A-Alright. I'll be there in a minute," she shouted. She saw Jon's shadow walking away and she kept her hand on Robb's back, keeping him close to her. "Let's go back to Winterfell."
