Chapter 29:

JON

Jon and Jaime headed to the throne room as the bells rang, followed by the Red Viper, his father and his men along with Jaime's, and Jon Arryn's.

"Damn, I thought we had enough time," Jaime said.

"We have enough," Jon said.

"It took quite a long while for us to get everyone out," retorted Jaime.

"Is the Red Keep secure?" Jon asked.

"Well, we've disarmed the Baratheon guards we came upon along with some Tyrell men, but we have the numbers against Robert's," Jaime said.

"Good."

"Jon, I ask you to have mercy on Robert," said Ned.

"The same way he gave mercy to my sister and her children?!" spat Oberyn. "No fucking way in all the Seven Hells."

"Prince Oberyn, I understand you're angry, but please do not let your anger cloud your judgment," said Ned.

"Or what?" Oberyn said. "Are you going to stand for the same king, who wants your nephew dead? I may not be the boy's family, but I sure am acting more like his kin than you."

Jon noticed Jory and his father's men move for Prince Oberyn, and decided to intervene.

"That's enough," Jon exclaimed. "As for Robert Baratheon's fate, make no mistake, Prince Oberyn. I shall grant him the same mercy he showed to my siblings."

"Jon, no!"

"Your word is my command, Your Grace," said the Red Viper, who smiled.

"Jon, what are you doing?"

"What needs to be done, Father. Justice must be carried out."

The Warden of the North moved to speak, but was interrupted by the doors to the throne room opening, to King Robert and the Tyrells.

"I knew it!" Robert said. "I knew you were nothing more than a traitorous dragonspawn bastard!"

"The only bastard and the only traitor here is you, Robert Baratheon," said Jon authoritatively. "You plotted against your rightful king, and usurped my family's throne. Your reign is over."

"Like Seven Hells it is," said Robert.

"Robert, surrender, please," said Jon Arryn.

"Never, Jon," said Robert. "I won't give up my crown without a fight."

"Did my brother Bran put up a fight in the forest the moment you slaughtered him like a boar?" Jon shouted, causing Robert's eyes to widen slightly and his father's mouth to drop open.

"What is going on, Jon?" Father said.

"He killed Bran, father," said Jon. "He killed him."

His father stared at Robert, who said nothing.

"Robert, how could you?!?" he shouted.

"I had no other choice, Ned," Robert shouted. "My kingdom is falling apart, all because you decided to shield Rhaegar's son from me."

"He was just a boy!" Father cried.

The Tyrell men stared at King Robert in shock.

"I warned you, Ned," said Robert. "There's a war coming. And that war is NOW!"

Robert charged for him, but Jon pushed him aside and clashed his sword with the king's, before the king swung at him heavily, forcing him back upwards the Iron Throne.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Robert shouted.

"I'd love to see you try," Jon said defiantly.

Robert attempted to jab at him, but Jon dodged it and clashed his sword again. Robert, swung his sword upwards to remove Jon's head but Jon ducked and pushed him with his shoulder, causing Robert to grab for air before he collided with the stairs as he fell.

"Give up, Baratheon," Jon said to Robert, who was panting heavily and attempted to get up. "You're not the same warrior you were at the Trident years ago. Look at you, you have engorged yourself in the comforts of whores and feasts. You've destroyed your body greatly. It's no wonder my mother was disgusted by you."

"Shut up!" Robert roared, as he attempted to slash at Jon who jumped back.

"The truth hurts, doesn't it, Baratheon?" Jon said. "You killed my brother because you were angry of the fact that my mother didn't love you."

"AAAGGGHHH!" Robert stood up finally and charged at Jon, who stepped aside and tripped Robert, who fell and smashed his head against the edge of the stair.

Clang

Robert Baratheon's sword fell to the ground as blood poured from his head onto the stairway to the Iron Throne.

"Well, that was a disappointment," Oberyn said. "I thought he was made of more than that."

Jon moved towards Robert's body to see if the man was dead.

"Jon, watch out!"

Jon jumped back when he heard his father's voice, but not too fast as Robert Baratheon's sword slashed at his face, narrowly missing his eye. Jon's hand shot up at his face, it was a flesh wound, not as bad as Jon thought. Jon moved to swing at Robert, who jumped back before kneeing him in the stomach.

Suddenly Jon was pulled back by his hair so his throat met the tip of Robert's sword.

"Any last words, bastard?"

"Send Mother my regards."

Robert stared at him in confusion, before Jon ducked around Robert, twisting his arm in the process and ripping some of Jon's hair from his head in the process, so that Prince Oberyn tossed his spear at Robert Baratheon's gut.

Robert gasped as the spear embedded itself in his fat. He coughed up blood, before dropping his sword and keeling over.

"Guess I was wrong," Oberyn said. "He did put up much of a good fight."

Oberyn pulled his spear out of Robert Baratheon's gut and then slammed down into his head.

"Just in case," Oberyn shrugged.

"What happens now?" one of the Tyrell men said.

"Now..." Jaime said. "The new king takes his throne." Jon shook his head. "Come on, Jon. You fought with the Demon of the Trident, or at least what was left of him anyway. You know what we're up against. You're the only one with a legitimate claim to the throne."

"I'm afraid that's not the case."

Suddenly, the king's younger brother stepped out.

"Renly," the Lord of the Vale said.