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I know it has been a while but moving country and jobs in the midst of the COVID-19 virus outbreak was a bit exhausting, confusing and frustrating to be honest but I am back and so is this story :)
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Without further ado please enjoy this chapter where Stannis and Kenna get married; Tywin and Tyrion share a father-son hug; Ramsey surrenders peacefully to Robb, Olenna becomes the new Hand of the King and no-one dies ….
Did I get you? - A.P.R.I.L F.O.O.L.S
Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 49: Fate and Destiny
A few seconds later ….
Somewhere in the North wilderness, A days ride west of the Dreadfort
Arya sprinted towards the burning fireplace; she didn't have to yell a warning. Yara Greyjoy stood on the balls of her feet with a short sword in her hand as her eyes darted back and forth on the foliage Arya had just burst through. The Hound was already wielding his long sword in front of him as Arya reached the fireplace with bow in hand. She turned to see a line of six Bolton men had followed her out of the dense forest, none of then carried a long bow or a crossbow though.
Yara and the Hound readied themselves to engage the six men in close combat as Arya danced on the fringes. She kept her distance and used her bow to take out the first two men in quick succession as they ran towards her two travelling companions. They stood no chance as her arrows ripped through their torsos and felled them before they could even launch a single attack.
The rest of the remaining hunting party reached the fireplace and concentrated on dodging the swift attacks coming from Yara and the arcing swings from the Hound while also keeping as close to the two warriors as possible to ward of Arya's deadly accuracy. They had learned from their fallen companions' mistake.
The Hound's sword found its mark after a few more moments and with a brutal swipe he tore through one astonished man's torso while Yara's pinpoint accuracy drove her short sword into the eye of another gruff brown haired solider who equally had not anticipated his death.
Yara grinned as she enjoyed her kill, she couldn't decide if these men were brave bastards or stupid fools but they had paid the iron price either way.
Yara out of the corner of her eye saw another Bolton man with a helmet charging at her as she tried to dislodge her sword from the man's brain in front of her but it wouldn't budge so she jumped away from the standing corpse, leaving her short sword embedded to avoid to onrushing attack.
She rolled on the muddy forest floor as she drew her spare dagger from her belt. She saw the man above her about to pounce but he dropped to the floor with an arrow protruding through his neck. As his limp body thudded into the ground his helmet tumbled as well and stopped to rest by the head that was currently sheathing Yara's short sword.
Yara nodded slightly to Arya in acknowledgement and gathered herself to her full height to see the Hound finishing off the last remaining man by shoving him to the floor and bashing his skull in with his armored fists.
Yara pulled her short sword from the dead soldier's face and replaced it cautiously back on her belt along with her dagger as her eyes scanned the forest passageway from where the soldiers appeared from. The Hound was doing the same thing as he stood up from his brutalized victim but didn't sheath his sword. Arya had stilled and was straining her ears to hear anything and everything.
Suddenly the young lady spun around and a second later two large black hounds came flying out of the bushes on the other side of the forest from where the Bolton men had appeared.
Arya realised after she had planted her feet and fired her first arrow at the savage looking hounds that they were just a distraction.
But it was too late.
She felt a burning sensation in the pit of her stomach and looked down to see a well-crafted arrow poking out of her.
The Bolton men and hounds had all been a distraction to get Arya into a certain position and the tactic had worked.
Arya survival instincts took over as she forgot about her bow and hurled herself over a nearby log by the fire place to avoid any follow-up attacks. A crunching thud on the other side of the log confirmed her choice of movement.
The next few seconds in Arya's mind were calm and quiet as she controlled her pain and panic. Her hands went to the arrow piercing her flesh and her thoughts focused on the faces of all those still left on her kill list. Even if one arrow for every name on her list had struck her she doubted it would stop her rampage to cross off every name on her list.
Such was her will to avenge the wrongs she had seen and endured.
She pulled the arrow out with a high-pitched scream, ignoring the violent sounds behind her. She tore off her sleeve's cloth and wrapped it around the increasingly bloody wound. She would need to seal it if it was going to heal.
The Hound is going to love that, Arya thought as she remembered her old travelling companion's reaction to fire.
She took a few deep breaths and then peeked over the log, beyond the arrow stuck in the felled tree trunk on the other side to where her head had been resting.
She saw the two unmoving lumps of black fur that had wanted to tear of face off only moments earlier.
Good, Arya thought. Ramsey's breed of hounds were especially vicious and psychotic much like their owner.
Her gaze followed the bllod trail to see a deathly pale dark-haired lady pinned to a tree by the Hound's hands around her neck. It appeared she was still flailing in his grip, fighting for air. A bow was discarded near her dangling feet.
Yara seemed to have bored of the spectacle and was swiftly making her way to the now unhidden Stark Lady.
"Where did it get you?" she interrogated, looking for the wound.
"Stomach," Arya grunted back.
"Good, you will still be able to walk then," Yara said gruffly moving Arya's hands away from the wound so she could inspect the bandage and the opening.
At Yara's silence Arya prodded, "So?"
"It needs to be sealed now; I hope you aren't squeamish," the seaworthy woman replied pragmatically.
"Do you think I am squeamish," Arya shot back.
Yara grinned and placed the tip of her short sword in the still burning fire. She liked it when a woman showed her grit.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" roared the Hound who had finished choking the last breath out of the bow wielding north woman so that her body now lay by the roots of the weirwood tree she had just been pinned to.
"You excel at giving wounds not healing them," Yara said sharply, "so I suggest you leave this to me."
The Hound, knowing what Yara had said was true, gave Arya a bland stare that did little to hide the slight worry behind his eyes and huffed, "Don't die on me little lady."
"I am not a lady," Arya barked back. "And it will take more than one arrow to kill me."
"Prove it," the Hound challenged as he saw Yara take her sword out of the fire.
A day later ….
Black Cells, King's Landing, Seat of power of House Baratheon (Arryn) in the Crownlands, Capital of the Seven Kingdoms
Kenna looked at her captivated audience.
All four sets of eyes had been stuck on her since she had entered the room and taken up her standing position in the middle, like a performer would on their stage. She exuded her confidence in her stilled form, roughly two meters away from the door behind her and maintained the same distance with the three cells that surrounded her on her other sides.
In front of her, behind rusted iron bars, was a gloomy Stannis. He stood in the corner of his cell still as a statue partially covered in shadow, brooding as his eyes bore holes into Kenna's.
The man had only been King for a few weeks.
Kenna chuckled to herself, Did King Stannis Baratheon first of his name have the shortest reign in history?
He certainty wasn't a graceful loser. Kenna tried to remember if she had acted with any sort of grace when the Eyrie had been taken from her. Headbutts, an attempted strangulation, fulfilled threats of violence, and flipping a table came to mind.
Graceful wasn't quite the word to describe those actions she decided but a sense of warmth filled her at those now fond recollections.
Nearly all those that had betrayed her that day were dead and she intended to make the traitorous living join the judged dead.
Kenna looked somberly at Stannis nearly replicating the stoic King's countenance. She had survived her fall but she doubted Stannis would survive his.
The only advantage of being a woman in this world Kenna had concluded was that she was continually being underestimated. An advantage she knew she would not enjoy again.
When she had been dragged to King's Landing she had been seen as pliable, naive, easy to manipulate and control, a broodmare for the Lannister legacy while Stannis had, since the beginning of the War of Five Kings and a Queen, been seen as the true threat, the rightful heir to his brother's crown, hard as iron, a seasoned battle commander with the defiance to never ever give up or alter his course of action until he got what he wanted.
How wrong they all had been, she thought as she flexed her wrists, sheathing and unsheathing her hidden blades in the process so that no doubt all four sets of eyes had gotten a good view of the gleaming blades.
It was crystal clear to the nobles inside and outside of the walls of King's Landing who the true threat was now, and who had always been the true threat but now it was too late to correct the misjudgment.
Now they were all at her mercy as she had been at theirs on the day the Eyrie fell.
Next to the deposed King's cell was a fellow fallen King and his Queen.
Margaery and Tommen both sat on a small cot at the back of their cell with their hands intertwined. It was hard to tell who was comforting who but Kenna guessed Margaery was the one in control of the situation and that probably wouldn't change throughout their marriage.
While Tommen remained committed to staring at the floor Margaery flew off the cot as she noticed the shift in focus towards her, unable to keep her temper contained. Her pale and delicate hands came to tightly grip the bars trapping her as she focused all her poisonous attention on Kenna.
"You were my friend," she spat accusingly.
"Friend is such a well-used word in King's Landing but it rarely has the same meaning when used anywhere else. I always thought allies was a much more fitting description of what we were," Kenna replied matching Margaery's cutting glare with a simmering playfulness in her tone, knowing she had truly got the better of not just the dethroned Queen but everyone currently in the room.
"Allies," Margaery exclaimed, still venting her frustration at her current predicament, "You took my crown from me. You stabbed me in the back when I have been nothing but kind to you."
Before Kenna could retort, the voice of the fourth prisoner echoed around the confined space.
"Ah you are wrong Queen Margaery," a surprisingly mellow and calm voice echoed around the confined space, "she stabbed you in the face, she didn't hide what she wanted or what she was doing. We all just conveniently ignored the fact that she was a conquered enemy out for revenge because we draped her in my House's colours and she warmed my brother's bed. The only person she stabbed in the back was Stannis."
Kenna couldn't stop the exhale of a chuckle escaping her lips. Even now when he was imprisoned Lord Tyrion the Imp was still playing games and pushing her limits.
"Ah my dear friend, the Little Lion. I was wondering when I would hear your meows," Kenna looked over to the cell opposite Tommen and Margaery's but could only spy Tyrion's large shadow so she continued as she took a few steps towards the sound of Tyrion's voice, "In my defense, Stannis tried to betray me first. I simply saw it coming and took appropriate action."
"Appropriate action," Tyrion repeated slowly as his head suddenly appeared through the metal bars, "Is that what you call deposing my nephew and pissing of the two most powerful houses in Westeros in the process."
"I much prefer that situation to losing my head to Stannis's stubborn righteousness," Kenna looked back to Margaery and then beyond her to the still sitting Tommen, "Your incarceration in the Black Cells was never my true intention. It was just a consequence of trying to obtain my freedom. I bear you both no ill will."
"Ill will," Margaery snarled from behind the bars as her temper flared beyond her cage, "You have taken the Iron Throne you harlot and put us in the Black Cells."
At the imprisoned woman's words, Kenna thoughtfully looked at each cell. The only person who really had to be in the Black Cells was Stannis Baratheon. Tyrion, Tommen and Margaery could really be held in their own rooms but Kenna had wanted all of them to be here. It was important to her that these four prisoners would be found in this room in the Black Cells together as she had placed them because it sent a message to those smart enough to heed it.
Kenna Lannister was a woman so powerful she could imprison two Kings and leave the Iron Throne wanting.
And as much as she wanted to deny it her message had only one intended recipient.
She had nothing left to prove to anyone but she was still playing the game, still moving the pieces forward, still playing against the same opponent and she couldn't resist basking in her latest victory. The Gods knew she had earned it.
Kenna returned her focus to the scowling woman before her, "I suppose someone so consumed with ambition can't understand when another doesn't covet the same thing as they do."
"You don't want the Iron Throne," Tyrion deciphered from her words.
Kenna turned back to face Tyrion, whose head still poked out between his cell's bars, "I told you once before that I had no designs on the Iron Throne. You didn't believe me then I know but my future actions will show that I am no liar."
Stannis snapped out of his brooding mood at Kenna's declaration, "You gave me the resources necessary to take the Iron Throne from Cersei's bastard, then you underhandedly ousted me just so you could … what ….. not take the crown for yourself."
Kenna smiled at Stannis's disbelieving tone, like a patient teacher would at their confused pupil, and shook her head slightly. When your entire life was built around power and climbing to the highest rug on the ladder and fed with the promises of destiny and ancient lineage it was impossible to understand why someone wouldn't reach as far as they could.
Well, Kenna had fallen off the ladder once, she had felt the pain of the landing and the humiliation of surviving. It had focused her mind on what she truly wanted; on what she knew she could handle.
"Oh, there is a crown Lord Stannis, and there is a Throne I will sit on. It is just not made of Iron but Weirwood, Tommen Baratheon will sit on the Iron Throne again but he will command the Vale no more."
Kenna walked over to Margaery and Kenna noted that the fuming Lady didn't move a muscle at her incoming approach.
Kenna smirked; she always was a hard bitch on the inside despite her flowery appearance.
"King Tommen did you hear me?"
"Yes … yes …" Tommen stuttered at the commanding woman who was now less than a breaths distance from his wife's face, "But I don't understand."
"Stannis would plunge Westeros into more war and needless death. I am hoping you, with your Uncle's, Wife's and Grandfather's advice will bring stability and peace to the realm," Kenna enunciated clearly making sure the young man heard every word as Margaery's face softened at the mention of peace.
"You are handing King's Landing back to the Lannister's," Stannis snapped in utter disbelief, "Robert and Ned Stark would have been disappointed in you. You are a stain on your father's legacy."
Kenna didn't allow her face to show the hurt Stannis had managed to inflict with his well picked words. She had faced much more cutting remarks from more terrifying people but her father remained a sore point.
Her mind galloped through her insecurities and unspoken questions; Would Jon Arryn have been proud of her? Would he have rejoiced in her revenge as she had? Would he have sacrificed so many fighting men and risked the Vale's future to satisfy a burning desire?
Kenna was confident she knew all the answers except the first one. And that was the one that really mattered to her.
"They are all dust now so we will never really know their opinion on my actions," Kenna answered from behind darkening eyes, "but my father rebelled against his King just as I have, Ned killed for his sister just as I have, and your brother bathed in the blood of his fallen enemies just as I have."
"Your father was a man of honour-" Stannis thundered before Kenna slapped the metal bars of his cell to silence the coming rant.
"Yes, he was and he let your brother fuck around and bring Westeros to its knees. I loved Robert like a brother but he wasn't a good King. Neither were you. I am honorable Lord Stannis but I serve my people above all else not some man who sits on a pile of melted swords."
"If you think you will hold the Eyrie alone against the wrath of the Lannisters and Tyrells you are a bigger fool than you think I am," Stannis expounded not grasping the full picture before him.
"I don't intend to fight the Lannisters or the Tyrells. Once I leave King's Landing there will be peace between the Eyrie and the Crown," Kenna said as one hand patted the inside pocket where Tywin's peace treaty rested.
"You made a deal with my father," Tyrion deduced, as the entire situation and how it had been negotiated dawned on him. "What will happen to Jaime and Sansa?
"Yes, I did. Your marriage to Sansa is over and she will return to the North where she belongs while Jaime will go where ever I go. A husband's place is beside his wife don't you think?" Kenna said in a cheeky tone.
Tyrion bent his head at Kenna's humor, his brother seemed to be spending more and more time as a hostage, "And what of Stannis's remaining forces? Are you just going to let them run riot when you leave?"
"Don't be ridiculous, they are currently flooding out the Gates of King's Landing as we speak. They march for the Stormlands. Just like the rest of Westeros they have had enough of war. Now if you will excuse me," Kenna said with a twinkle in her eye, "I have a ship to catch and a Kingdom to claim."
Kenna turned around and made her way to the door but before she could lay a hand on the handle a cold and desolate voice stopped her.
"Wait."
Kenna turned around slowly to see Stannis had made his way to the bars of his cell, not touching them merely hovering a few inches behind them.
"Yes?" Kenna prodded.
Stannis seemed to fight with himself as the words he wanted to vocalize stuck in his throat. Whether it was pride or uncertainty, what he wanted to ask next seemed to physically pain him.
"Take Shireen with you," he managed to grind out, "My daughter doesn't deserve to suffer in King's Landing as a Lannister prisoner."
Kenna stayed where she was but fixed Stannis with a cold glare, "Demanding things of people comes easy to you but pleading for things seems to cause you great pain. Your daughter is already safely aboard the Silent Storm with your man Ser Davos," at Stannis's surprised look Kenna elaborated, "You're right, your daughter shouldn't suffer for your actions and I have no desire to cause more turmoil than I need to. Despite what you may think I am not a monster."
Stannis rested his head on the bars of his cell, "I don't understand you. You destroy me utterly but ensure my daughter safe passage. You refuse the Iron Throne and give it back to those who despise you for taking it from them."
"For a man of such limited imagination I doubt you could fathom my goals and objectives or how I would achieve them," Kenna fiddled with the hem of her sleeves as her mind wandered, "You know I understood your brothers, Renly just wanted to be loved, Robert just wanted to fuck, fight or drink, but you I still have no idea what you really wanted. Yes, you wanted the Throne but why? For justice, revenge, or power? You killed your brother for it and ignored reason. Why?"
Stannis didn't bother to lift his head from the bars, "I thought it was my destiny to rule."
"Ah the Red Woman," Kenna muttered to herself, "Well she was right you did rule and you did sit on the Iron Throne."
"Where is she?" Stannis asked in a quiet tone.
"My men haven't found her yet," Kenna admitted with a bitter taste in her mouth.
"When they do ensure her head rests on a pike," Stannis growled finally seeing fault with his zealous trust in the Red Priestess.
"I think your Red Woman will have escaped the city by now but if I do come across her again, I will have her head either by silver or steel. Consider it a parting gift and an apology. This is not the end I would have wished for you or your family," Kenna confessed across the dank room. "The Gods will judge me for my actions I am sure but until I am dead I will do what I think is right for my people."
When no more words were offered by Stannis in response and the other cells remained eerily silent Kenna Lannister the could-be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms vanished through the door, leaving the four cell occupants to wait for either salvation or damnation.
Author' Notes:
I know this chapter was a bit short on content with only two main scenes explored but I feel a little rusty so I'd rather keep the story content word counts short until I have a firm grip on the story again. Also if there are any grammar mistakes please tell me! I like to go back and fix errors :)
I wanted to demonstrate with the North fight scene that Yara Greyjoy is no joke and that Arya isn't an invincible ninja warrior (yet ;P) and that the Hound and Arya bond has progressed past what the TV series showed.
I focused on the Black Cells scene as how Kenna leaves King's Landing and with who is very central to the story progression and this scene is the last Kenna Stannis interaction in the story so I wanted it to be a good one. Also, I couldn't resist giving Kenna some space to enjoy her victory and I guess gloat a bit :D
Reviews:
Archpsion – I couldn't have put it any better myself, good summary! Thank you very much :)
Supremus85 – Regarding Cersei and Oberyn ….. ;) Mmmmm sure XD I am not sure on their numbers but six Bolton men were no match for Yara or the Hound even without Arya sniping from the fringes – however Myranda is a sneaky bitch and I think some of Ramsey's tactical abilities would have rubbed off on her so she was able to get a hit on Arya which is not worrying in itself as she is capable of surviving like a dozen stab wounds to the stomach but it does mean she is out of action for a bit and in a more vulnerable state… Who Kenna takes with her on her next adventure will be revealed next chapter and vis versa who gets left behind :P
Guest (commented 29/02/2020) – You have your eye on the long game – nice! Tyrion is so far still in King's Landing and his situation will become more clear in the next chapter but he really has no connections outside of his own house right now. How was Stannis's reaction for you? Kenna certainly enjoyed it :D I have a plan for Melisandre, she isn't finished yet. The Red Woman may have been a total waste of space for Stannis but she may have her uses for someone else ;) I will get to the North's reaction in future chapters so will not spoil now and the Tyrells reaction will be guided by Margaery interpretation of Kenna's actions in this chapter but both fractions will react.
Guest (commented 29/02/2020) – Yes it will. I am having to be mindful of timings and where Kenna is going to be when she is due so I am handling her pregnancy with care but the child will be very important (it is a central pillar of the entire story). Tywin isn't going to be "King" he will be the power behind the throne once again but he won't actually wear the crown so is still the Lord of Casterly Rock. Yup, Brynden Tully is dead (Chapter 16).
Davidoedah – It will wrap up in ARC II. I disagree. Ramsey has managed to leverage the hatred of the wildlings to turn the Umbers to his cause, Smalljon Umber has demonstrated (Season 6-7) he wasn't exactly honorable or followed his father's loyalties so I think it was reasonable that he joined Ramsey against Robb (blames him for the influx of wildings onto his territory) and with the Karstarks I think their reason is pretty strong as well – Robb cut of the head of Rickard Karstark after refusing to avenge the deaths of his two sons by Jamie. Ramsey secured the Bolton forces by killing his own father and covering it up, as he was his heir. Robb at the point of betrayal had a weakened force was at the Wall so I think Ramsey's level of support is believable despite him being a bastard and Robb still being alive. Of course, this is my own opinion but I am just explaining why I wrote what I wrote.
You are correct there will be some animosity and Robb's reaction is explored in a coming chapter :) If you want me to explain my reasonings you will need to point out the bits you think are unbelievable.
NiightlyRowenTree – Hey Tree! Thanks for your continued interest and I hope all is well :)
Guest (commented 2/03/2020) – Haha I really went for it! I was thinking of writing an alternative version of this scene at the end of the story – kinda like an alternative ending section for certain scenes.
DannyBlack70 – Hey man, yeah as I discussed with you earlier, I am going to go in a different direction with the North's independence bid and I didn't want Kenna to fix every single problem in an instant, some people need to sort their own shit out! Don't worry it is but a scratch, Arya will be fine … Yara and the Hound are proving to be a good tag team, will they get another outing? ;D Remember though that it is a very complicated situation with the Greyjoy's and Starks so Yara is going to cause some issues to arise. I can't wait!
NCVII (multiple commentes on 3/03/2020 & 30/03/2020) – Aw man, so nice! Glad you liked the Kenna Tywin scenes they have chemistry 'it is known' and I have a blast writing any scene with them in it. To be honest I surprised myself with Cersei's actions in the past few chapters, I knew she was going to go a bit bonkers but I never imagined she would go this left field – stabbing her father and joining a house practically sworn to destroying her own house all on the hope she may be able to protect her daughter, son and lover/brother from her father's machinations and negotiate for their future. Honesty the Cersei & Oberyn plot is interesting and there is a really unique ending point for it in ARC II. Yes North is coming back as there are a few big scenes that need to happen to advance the story and it is time Ramsey got knocked down a peg or two ;) Dead men don't tell tales or see the errors of their ways ;D Yeah that is going to be one hell of a fight! Cersei and Kenna was a simmering feud that erupted here and there, Dany and Kenna is going to be much more … all-encompassing, consuming and unrelenting if they turn hostile towards each other which is a bit inevitable isn't it? :P
Thanks for your reviews concerning my relocation, health and new job, very sweet! I am good and settled in my new country and job – it just took a while and the Corona virus outbreak did not help matters. Also, it is so fucking hot where I live now, my pasty white skin is not use to this amount of sun and sun cream I need to apply LOL. So, I guess I haven't been as active with my writing in the past month as I have wanted to be as I have had some settling in to do. I want to continue with all my stories (including the Merlin one!) and I can now focus more on my writing but I am not in a position to be giving out schedules for each individual story I am currently working on – hopefully this will change soon and I will be able to get back into the writing rhythm but I don't want to promise anything yet :) Also you totally don't check your private message inbox do you? LOL! How is your AU coming on? I hope everything is good with you despite the global pandemic going on :)
Ksyushangel (multiple commentes on 14/03/2020) – Hey there! Thanks for picking up my story and running with it :) I can't speak/write in any other language than English so the fact you are trying to write this review in English for me despite it not being your language is really nice of you so you are already super cool in my book so don't worry about any mistakes :)
People might have noticed by now (:P) as well but I do love the Kenna and Tywin relationship because it is a bit different and isn't the typical romance (if you can even call it that) and the relationship really isn't about them being together in a romantic way but two expert operators trying to beat each other and really enjoying the experience of having a capable opponent to tangle with as they strive to protect their own houses from the surrounding threats which might mean working together or against each other. It really is all one lovely game of cyvasse that is being played out on the board that is the landscape of Westeros.
I have planned multiple stories (and a Tywin/OC) one that I can't wait to start but there are a few ongoing stories that also feature Tywin that I really need to finish first but check out my profile for my current and future stories. The Tywin/OC one is going to be called Fire & Blood (I think).
To the Frey question – Genna (Tywin's sister who married into the Freys) is still alive in this story and her children and husband are too but I don't consider them Freys as they follow Genna's orders and through her really Tywin's so I guess the name 'Frey' hasn't been destroyed but their house as a functioning independent entity has been destroyed. Tywin could theoretically claim the Riverlands and the Twins through Genna's line of descendants but he kinda has the Riverlands anyway with his armies.
I loved "A Wolf Amongst Lions" – some of the best writing I have seen on this platform! Thank you for all your comments, I really do appreciate them and I am extremely happy that my story is entertaining you! Thanks for reading!
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RIP
Myranda (The Hound Strangled her to death against the weirwood tree after she shot Arya with an arrow)
Yes, Ramsey's girlfriend bites the dust and he isn't going to be too happy when he finds out his favorite plaything is no longer available. I think she was a capable archer and is sadistic enough to sacrifice her hunting party to get one clean shot at killing a "Stark bitch" to retain Ramsey's attention.
Next up: Kenna chases the wind, Tywin and Stannis come face to face and Renly's ghost is avenged.
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