12th Month of 300 A.C. King's Landing
King Jon II Stark
There was snow covering the ground, but this was not the snow of the north, this was not the snow of the riverlands. No this snow was tainted by southern feet and southern smells and senses. It was something that he did not like, but he would end this day with the southerners bleeding and dead. Tywin Lannister and his family would be gone. Daven had proven correct in saying sending of men to attack different parts of the walls would draw attention but it was not Lannister men who were firing arrows down at them it was men of the city watch men who were easily killed. That was not what interested him, not what interested him was the army that had attacked him from the rear and was causing trouble. He did not think it was a Targaryen army more likely an army from the crownlands considering where they had come from.
His sword does not rest, nor does Ghost, they fight and they fight and they continue fighting. It is something that needs to be done and if he is being truthful with himself he actually does quite like the thought of the fighting. Of the blood being spilt, anyone fighting him or his men is an enemy, an enemy that needs to be dealt with. And so his sword does not stop swinging from the moment he draws it. it is drenched with blood and still there are more enemies coming, more men and women and children even coming toward him and his men ready to die. His heart has gone cold, he does not feel guilt as he kills more and more of the people that come before him. His mind merely blurs who they are and what they are. To him they are simply another person who has come for the slaughter.
The battle continues and forces fly and fight. It is carnage, but the sort of carnage that Jon can appreciate. He does not know anything else truth be told, ever since the crown was placed on his head it has been one long fight. A fight for justice and for freedom, never again will the north ever bend to anyone from the south. Those days are long over. It is time for them to take their revenge. His sword continues on its merry path through the men and women of the crownland army. The hunger is upon him, he can feel it in Ghost as well. The desire to kill and feed without needing to worry about others. Most of the times he is able to keep that desire in place and under control but today, today he wants for it to be unleashed and for the large part it is.
He embraces his animalistic side and allows for the death to wash over him, for the carnage to disappear into the background. He and Ghost become one and so they progress forward. Their movements the same, their thoughts the same. The enemy falls before them, men, women and children slaughtered. The gates of King's Landing are opened to them, and though another army is already in the city Jon does not truly care, he progresses through allowing his instincts to guide him. He swings his sword and allows natural movement to do the rest. Bodies fall before him, blood flows from his victims to the ground and still more come. More people willing to die, and he grins savagely and allows his feelings to disappear, the only thing he cares about now is killing.
They ride through the city, sacking, killing and pillaging as they do. Some part of Jon protests this, another part of Jon does not truly care, this is not his city, these are not his people he bears no responsibility to them. They are nothing to him and so he allows his men to give into their baser instincts. He relishes in the feeling of power that this gives him, the power the crown gives him, it is something he has tried to deny but now, now in the heat of battle he lets it all flow out and his energy continues and the feeling fills every part of his body. It is something that he has long wanted, and now he has the chance to allow it to come out. His vision blurs slightly as he feels his more animal side coming to the fore. The smells become thicker, the sounds more clear. He knows when and where an attack will come and he barks the commands for his men to prepare for them.
Whoever comes before him falls to his blade it is dripping with blood and gore. He himself is covered in the stuff, but all he knows is that he needs to continue. He needs to keep moving forward. He presses onward and his men follow. They see the destruction being sown on the city and they ride on through, not caring. Let the southerners deal with the problem once all is said and done. There is nothing more for them here other than what is in the Red Keep. That is where Jon truly desires to go. That is where his anger and his animal side are telling him to go and so he listens and he and his men push through the oncoming masses and slaughter those that do not move. His conscious is already weighed down by the lives he has taken before, these are just adding to the burden.
Onward they go, fighting through the masses. Peasants with all sorts of weapons that are not really weapons, gold cloaks who are fleeing whilst others stand firm. It is a sad state of affairs truth be told, and still there are more coming. The armies in the city are overrunning it, bleeding it dry and still people come to fight. He admires that about them, they are not afraid or if they are they are not willing to allow such a thing to stop them from pushing onward. Their bodies begin to grow, leading to the creation of a bloody trail up Aegon's High Hill toward the Red Keep where the Lannisters sit in comfort, the cowards hiding whilst the city below them burns and dies.
He feels nothing but contempt for them, nothing but contempt. They are willing to allow others to die, simply for their own greed and vanity. His men dispatch the guards at the doors to the Red Keep and the slaughter continues as they march on through the keep. Guards are killed, servants are killed all kinds of people are murdered for being in the way. Jon knows that this is something akin to mass murder, but he does not care. These people are paying for their allegiance, they had a chance to change it and they did not take that chance. He will not allow them to live now. That is not the way, the northern way. He swore an oath and he means to keep to it. The Lannisters and their allies will die for their crimes.
The battle continues as more Lannister men appear this time armed to the teeth, it makes no matter though whether they are fighting in open fields or closed in spaces of the Red Keep, they are broken and battered. The Lannisters have lost and they know they have and yet still they continue to fight. It is something that he does not quite understand, but something he admits he admires about them. Still their blood stains his sword and the swords and weapons of his men and yet the main people he is here for are not present or have not yet come out. It is intriguing he thinks that a man such as Tywin Lannister would hide behind others than come out to die like a man, perhaps the old lion has lost its bite.
Still there is a lot of fighting, and more men and women and even children are killed as Jon and his men make their way to where he has been told the throne room is. He finds himself battling a feeling of glee as he cuts down the two Kingsguard knights standing outside the doors to the throne room, and when he enters with his men hot on his heels and sees the boy king his mother and grandfather there on the throne and its steps respectively he merely looks at them before saying. "You will die now Lannister. You will not survive."
To his credit, Tywin Lannister does not blink he merely stands and says. "Then come and finish what your brother started boy."
Jon smile savagely and as Ghost follows him he stops his horse and dismounts, might as well give the Lannisters a chance. He walks towards the foot of the throne where the two Kingsguard stand guard Ghost springs on one and tears his throat out whilst Jon dispatches the other with ease. Adding the man's blood to the already blood spattered armour he is wearing. He looks up and smiles at Lannister and walks up the steps. Lannister draws his sword then and advances down the steps. The height difference makes it a harder contest than Jon was expecting, Lannister is no fool with a sword, and he does take a fair few cuts and bruises but eventually he manages to bury Longclaw into the man's stomach pulling the sword out and watching with some satisfaction as the man falls down the steps.
He looks up at the woman and boy sitting the throne and for a moment he is reminded of Lady Catelyn and Rickon, and he hesitates. But then he remembers all that these two have cost his family and his anger fuels him. It drives him up the steps and to the woman, she tries to protest but he rips the child from her arms, and as the boy begins to cry he slits the boy's throat quickly before moving to the side as the child falls down the steps. The woman is weeping, is crying, is pleading and Jon remembers how his mother cried when they spoke of Robb and he feels nothing but anger at this woman for causing all of this pain. He grabs her hair and shoves his sword into her chest. As she gurgles and sputters, he pulls Longclaw out of her and walks down the steps.
When he reaches the bottom of the steps he turns and stairs at the throne. There is some desire to sit it, but that desire is repressed by the contempt he feels for that ugly chair. He merely stands and watches it for a long time, wondering when the Targaryen boy will show up and take the credit for what Jon has done today. He has never spoken to the boy but he suspects that is what he is like. He does not know how long he has been standing there for when he hears footsteps behind him, somehow he knows that it is Lord Umber who has come to speak with him. "What is it?" he asks without turning round.
"The Targaryen boy is dead Your Grace. His body was found outside the red keep." The man replies.
"Very well." Jon replies.
"What do you wish to do with the throne?" the man asks.
Jon looks at the throne and thinks of all it has cost him and his family and the answer is a simple one. "Burn it. There will be no one kingdom anymore. There are seven and that is how it will end." With that he turns and walks away and out of the throne room, Ghost following him. He stops when he exits the throne room and merely looks up at the sky and says softly. "I have done it Robb. I have avenged you and father."