Game of Thrones
Blood Betrayal
The Green King: Chapter I
"I remember what it felt like to be Brandon Stark. But I remember so much more now."
In a Godswood with no Weirwood Tree, the broken King sits upon his wheeled chair. It was always loud in King's Landing, even inside the Red Keep, the hustle and bustle of the city screamed at him. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he was far from his Godless Godswood, running through the Northern snow, his four hooves legs kicked up powdered white snow as he bound through the Wolfswood. He came across a pool in a clearing and looked upon his antlered face.
He felt something drag him back, all the way from the Wolfswood back to The Red Keep. He opened his eyes with a start. Back in his chair he felt uneasy, the Three Eyed Raven cast his eyes to the sky. A new star shone brighter than the others, a burning tail blazing across the night sky. Bran stared intently at the star, as his eyes widened…. He looked into the stars past and shuddered at its distant origin. He looked into the star's future, and felt a wave of unease.
"Ser Brienne" He called out coldly.
There was a clatter of armour as The Lord Commander of His King's Guard walked to the centre of The Godswood and bowed "Your Grace"
"You are to go to The Riverlands and raise a host with my Uncle and make camp at The Twins, send word to Yara Greyjoy, coordinate your attack with The Ironborn."
"Your Grace…" Brienne began nervously "Who would you have us attack?"
"Start with Winterfell, and then make your way to The Wall."
"Your Grace… I do not understand."
"My sister and Jon Snow have betrayed me… they pose a threat to the whole realm.
"What have they done Your Grace?"
"Nothing… yet."