Seventh Month of 302 A.C. Kingsroad

Lord Jon Connington

War once more, king's landing was under threat and so they marched out. The battle waged something fierce around him. Jon given command of the right by the King, was leading his men through a hard charge, swinging his sword left, right and centre, hacking away at men cutting them down and down, fighting and swinging, cutting and hacking. On he pushed, the battle continued raging, men continued falling down to his sword and still he pushed on. Hacking, ducking, dodging, swinging, cutting, on and on the dance went and the fighting continued, if anything it intensified the more he and his men pushed on, it was clear the Lannisters were fighting to kill them all.

The taking of King's Landing had been far more brutal than Jon had thought possible, he had heard tales of the sack of King's Landing, if was even possible, this was more brutal than that. Storm's End had fallen rather quickly, with the garrison opening their gates to them and sending them marching northward. They had arrived to find the gates of King's Landing open, and the Dothraki looting and pillaging as they pleased, Viserys had ordered the men of the company to do as they pleased so long as they killed the Lannisters still within the castle apart from a few. Jon can still remember seeing babies being torn from their mothers, women old and young alike being raped, so many other things that made him despair, and in the midst of it all, Viserys there laughing. When they had gotten to the Red Keep, Ser Laswell Peake had presented the heads of Tommem Baratheon and his mother Cersei Lannister, Joanna and Alysanne Lannister were being kept prisoner for use against Lord Lucion, per the king's orders. Margaery Tyrell was being raped half a dozen times by Dothraki, in fact as this battle was waging she still probably was.

The sound of a sword smashing into his shield brought him back to the fight at hand. Pushing the sword away he began swinging and hacking at the enemy like a mad man, he supposed he was, a mad man following a mad king. Swinging and cutting through the throng of Lannister soldiers approaching, he continued swinging, his sword dripping red with blood, looking for one man in particular, Lucion Lannister, though the man's son Loren was wed to the girl the Lannisters claimed was the true Queen, Jon knew that if he killed Lucion this war would end. It was the Stoney Sept all over again with Jon hungry to prove himself, and see if Viserys could be the king Rhaegar was supposed to have been. The battle continued, hacking and slashing, cutting, ducking and dodging.

He could not find the man though, the Lannisters were playing with him, swinging their swords and killing his men but keeping their commander away from harm. Cowards, the lot of them, they always had been. Hiding, lurking doing what they could from the shadows, Jon takes a cut to the arm and winces, a blow to his shield arm has him cursing loudly. He fights back swinging and cutting in a mad dash to break free, the fighting continues. Swinging and slashing, hacking, blocking doing all he can to stay alive and see if Viserys can truly be a good king.

He knows that once this battle is done he will need to wed and produce heirs to keep his line going, but whom the king wishes him to wed he knows not. If Khal Drogo dies during the war perhaps Daenaerys, he hopes so, he can stomach Daenaerys, some of the other ladies at court are airheads and fools, though he swears Merryweather has tried it on with him too many times now to be just casual flirtation. Still the thought of marrying anyone scares him and the thought of having children terrifies him, he was not one for fatherhood or marriage. Always meant to be single and unwed, devoting himself to his silver prince, a blow to his arm brings him back and the fighting resumes.

This time Jon knows something is up, whether it is the blood pouring from his wounds or the slowness of his swings, he knows that sooner or later he will be dead, and it is this he supposes that gives him the strength to push on and fight with gay abandon. Swinging, cutting, feinting, left, right it matters not to him, all he knows now is that he has to kill as many of these bastards as he can before he dies. Hacking, pushing through, swinging, hacking, swinging, hacking, swinging, cutting, pushing, ducking and dodging, his sword drips with blood as the fighting continues, on and on it goes, swinging and cutting swinging and cutting, and still there are more and more men.

He feels the world begin spinning when an arrow hits him square in the chest, then another arrow and then another. He falls of his horse with the blow of the third arrow and hits the ground hard, he manages to stagger back up again, but his balance is shaky, his horse has gone, but still he manages to move somewhat. Foes come up to him and fall before they reach him brought down by the river of blood surrounding them all, he moves forward, his sword raised, where he got it from he knows not, but he knows it feels wrong in his hands, he moves forward. Another arrow hits him in the chest, and he falls to his knees, another arrow hits him the arm and he drops his sword.

He staggers back up only to fall back down from the pain and pressure, of it all. He has failed he knows that now, and strangely enough he does not mind or care, at least Viserys is king, and the Lannisters will fail now, sooner or later they must fall. The final arrow that hits him kills him and Jon Connington dies with Rhaegar's name on his lips.