Dragons and Thrones: A Reborn Terror

Chapter 51 of my crossover story, after so long, we are finally back to seeing Arya, unfortunately things are not well as, if you recall, she has been captured by the Lannisters. Now what happens next; we have to wait and see. Enjoy.

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Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin. Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.


Arya

Arya bit her lip, trying hard to keep her breathing regular, not easy as she was panicking. Nothing, not even Syrio's lessons, were working on calming her fears. Here she was, a captive of the Lannister's forces; even though they didn't know exactly who she was, or her real gender, she was still chained up, blindfolded and being dragged along with those she had been travelling with, to an unknown destination.

Finally however, after a prolonged period of time, the blindfold was ripped off and she was shoved forwards. She managed to keep her balance, despite stumbling, and soon her vision cleared from the bright light.

'Gods, what is this…?' She thought, barely suppressing a gasp.

She was standing, with the other captives, herded into what looked like an animal pen, now being used to hold captives. She was relieved to see Gendry next to her; he too seemed relieved to see her. Not all the captives were part of the Night's Watch recruits she had been masquerading as part of however, some were different.

Arya recognized something about them from her time in Thedas however. 'Elves, those other people being held prisoner are Elves…What is going on, where, are we…This must be…?'

It finally dawned on her, she recalled the stories and such she had heard about the place, she was in Harrenhall, apparently the Lannister's only remaining bastion in the Riverlands. Yet that did nothing to calm her, if anything, she felt more dread, wondering what would happen next.

She could hear, but not exactly make out, the words of encouragement and jeers between the soldiers. It was clear their egos were high and they seemed pleased with their captives. Arya cringed as some of the words reached her; they were also apparently, quite drunk on their own libidos and knew her only defence was her continued pretence of being a boy.

She looked over at Gendry, the only person, apart from the now sadly deceased Yoren, who knew her secret. He looked at her worriedly, but said nothing. Just then a scream made Arya start; she looked around terrified and then froze as she saw the soldiers dragging a young Elf girl, roughly the same age as Arya by the look of her, out from the pens, ignoring the screams and cries of other prisoners.

'Oh Gods no…' She thought; terrified as the Elf girl had her clothes ripped off.

The soldiers wasted no time taking advantage of her, Arya's terror grew and she began hyperventilating. Suddenly her view was blocked by someone standing in front of her; she looked up and saw Gendry had moved in front of her.

"Don't look Arry." He whispered; clearly having seen her panic.

She shuddered and whispered back. "Please, don't let that happen to me…"

He nodded and said gently. "I won't, I promise; no…I swear it."

Luckily nobody had overheard them, or they'd likely have figured out Arya's real gender.

Mere moments after the soldiers finished with the Elven girl, of all people, Tywin Lannister arrived. He wasted no time lambasting the soldiers on their actions so far. It was during this, Arya noted the soldier nearest her, he was carrying Needle on his belt, he was so close. Before she could move however, the soldier saw her and drew her own sword on her.

"What are you doin', kneel!?" He barked; Arya stepped back, startled. "Kneel, or I'll carve your lungs out, boy."

Tywin then stepped over and Arya's panic burst as he blew things wide open.

"You'll do no such thing, this one's a girl…you idiot." He remarked, Arya cringed at the gasps and whispers as her gender was revealed. "Dressed as a boy…why?"
There was some hope she realized, he didn't seem to recognize just who she was.

"Safer to travel, m'lord." She replied; deliberately changing the pattern of her speech.

She hoped it would throw off any hints she was highborn. Luckily it seemed to work, Tywin said nothing else on the matter, instead, he simply ordered that the prisoners be appointed duties and work for them. As it was, while Gendry worked the forge, Arya found herself consigned to a mere scullery maid, working under one of the missing Gregor Clegane's men, Weese.

Something she quickly learned however, was that Weese was short-tempered and abusive. He was also keen to twist things to his advantage. On only the second day working for him, he tripped Arya and began yelling at her before dragging her up by her hair and forcing her against a nearby wall.

She yelped as he forced her breeches and smallclothes down to her knees before aggressively caning her exposed buttocks at least twelve times, leaving her in agony as she had to pull her smallclothes and breeches back up and resume working.

Some days later, Arya sighed as she stood inside the forge.

"Arry, I…" Gendry began, uncertain.

She shook her head, rubbing her still aching buttocks. "Don't worry about me; urgh, just glad to get away from that bastard."

Gendry sighed and shook his head. "Even so, you can't avoid him forever Arry; what if you…?"

"You're right, I guess." She muttered. "Alright then."

So, she turned and left and began to make her way back to the kitchens. She stopped however, shocked when she saw who stood in her way. It was the man who had been one of the caged recruits, the one who had creeped her out the most.

"So, a girl is revealed at last…" He remarked.

Arya shook her head. "I…I have to go…"

She tried to hurry past, but the man grabbed her arm. "Not yet, you owe this man a favour…three in fact…"

"What?"

"A girl saved this man, Jaqen H'ghar, and his fellow prisoners, three lives stolen from the Red God, lives that must be repaid." He remarked darkly. "A girl must name names…then a man shall claim their lives, only one three names are given will a girl's debt be repaid."

Arya was uneasy, hearing this, but a suddenly feeling of hope sprung up in her.

So, with a shaky breath, she whispered the name to him. "Weese."

The man, known as Jaqen nodded and then walked along; resumed his apparent 'duties'.

Arya returned to the kitchens, still waiting for Jaqen to act. But instead, she found Weese waiting impatiently for her.

"Where have you been bitch, you're late!" He snapped.

Arya glared. "I was with my friend, you…"

Weese grabbed her and snarled. "You don't have friends; you are a worthless piece of trash, now it seems you need a lesson."

Arya cried out but was helpless as she soon found herself once more against the wall. Her breeches and smallclothes were forced down and the caning began. She couldn't help herself, the screams came out and the tears fell. Finally, after caning her twelve times again he surprisingly kept her pinned against the wall.

He laughed. "Well, I guess I might as well have some fun, it will put you in your place and give me great pleasure."

Arya immediately panicked, realizing what was happening, Weese was going to rape her. She struggled but it was useless, he was too large for her, he kept her pinned, undoing his breeches, ready to start raping her. Tears spilled forth as she felt horribly betrayed.

'That, lying bastard Jaqen, he said he'd kill him, but he took too long…This isn't…what?' She thought, suddenly surprised.

Weese seemed to fly off her, she heard what sounded like a struggle and, despite her pained buttocks, she pulled her breeches and smallclothes back up and fixed them as she turned.

She gasped as she saw what was happening; Gendry was here, he had come to save her, just as he promised. He was struggling with Weese, who was yelling unintelligibly. Arya could only watch, still in shock, when suddenly Weese cried out and Gendry staggered back. Arya gasped too, Weese was dead, killed by the blade that Gendry dropped, staring in disbelief.

Before either of them could react, guards arrived and, seeing the scene before them, the blood, they instantly seized Gendry and dragged him away; Arya stared at this in terror. She knew right away what would happen, Gendry's life was in danger and it was all her fault.


End of chapter, as I said, things are bad for Arya just now, well, next up we'll be back to see Bran and those in Winterfell, to see the next step of the Venatori siege. After that however, we'll come back to Arya to see Gendry's fate, so stay tuned. Hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.