Hello people!
This is just a thought, really. But I wondered if I could try my hand at the Game of Thrones!
Of course, I'm busy with other fanfics, but I want to try this out, see if you all like it
PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS! THAT'S LITERALLY THE POINT OF MAKING THIS!
I should have known. Should have been quicker.
I had thought that leaving in the middle of the Trident would somehow get me ahead of the Lannisters, but I underestimated how far it would take to reach King's Landing from the battlefield.
Sadly, I arrived right on time for the Sacking of King's Landing.
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God, it was so much more worse than the books had claimed.
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The Lannister banners were moderately set aside by the men who held them, freeing their hands to take any and all things of worth.
Buildings were burned, the men who ran or fought were butchered, and anything of value –food, coin, fine clothes- was taken with extreme prejudice. The values weren't stashed away or placed in a pile, they were just held onto, no Lannister trusted another with their spoils.
Only for those things of values to be discarded once they found a woman, alone. Defenseless.
It was sick. One of the most sickening things that's ever been seen, and I'm an author! Call it naivety, but I find authors (especially horror genre authors) to be one of the more psychologically unstable sort in society.
It takes a special kind of mad to call forth such gory and horrifying images from one's own imagination, or psyche.
Despite the absolute acts of evil happening all around me as well as barely containing a sword that screamed to put an end to the atrocities, my…the more logical aspect of me commanded me to move forward. I could save them later, but only one woman needed to be saved.
Right now, more than ever, the future was worth more than the present.
So I ran.
Ran past all the screaming, the pleads of mercy, the insane laughter. I ran to the Red Keep.
I am so getting PTSD from this.
Sorry, not the proper moment for that, but it was something to keep my mind off the nightmare around me.
The Red Keep was now officially red on the outside and the inside. The more loyal Targaryen soldiers were very few to the Lannister men that broke down the fortified door and killed them all.
Clutter, bodies, spoils and blood decorated the stone floor, but not a map that was leading me to where I needed to go.
I was so close, I couldn't fail now!
Whereishewhereishewhereishewhereishewhereishewhereishewhereishewhereishewhereishe-
Then I saw Tywin Lannister, overlooking his men and the Keep.
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He wasn't what I was looking for, but he was just as good. Plus, I really wanted to blow off some steam.
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He saw me rush him way before his own men processed that something moved past him. His arm shifted to raise his sword, or thrust it. It made no difference to me.
I slapped it away all the same.
The men yelled and raised their swords to my back. The chain mail could blunt about two stabs, but the combined force of three swords alone would kill me, and I had about twelve of them pointing at my back.
"Lower your swords, men." Tywin calmly commanded. He was looking straight into my eyes, undoubtedly unnerved by their yellowish color, but clearly noticing the lack of empathy they had.
At that moment, I cared about nothing. Not Tywin's life, and surely not my own.
Men who don't care are always a danger.
"Where is he? Where is the Mountain!?"
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The rest was a flurry of emotions: fatigue, desperation, and ungodly amounts of rage.
Tywin told me where Clegane was in a heartbeat. The Mountain was a useful pawn to him, but the life of Gregor was meaningless compared to his own.
He did have to make sure that the Lannisters would be rewarded for proving their loyalty Robert's Rebels, it wasn't my problem.
Tywin didn't lie about Gregor Clegane's location, so I caught him on time.
No, that's a lie saying that I caught him on time.
For the sake of lightening the mood, I literally caught him with his pants down.
He was bigger than the TV show showed, or maybe that was because I saw him in real life. The important thing was that Elia was still alive when I kicked him off of her. FYI: I made double sure to kick him in the head.
She screamed for me to kill him, and I wanted to. If this was the show, I'd congratulate the actor for making me hate the Mountain so, but this wasn't the show. Not anymore.
I didn't kill him, he was a vile creature and deserved a far more cruel death than the one I or Oberyn could (or will) give, but in some small way, he still had a part to play for the times to come.
And he'd better play it well.
Good news: I saved Elia and her children, thus earning the trust of the Martells.
Bad news: I've got no idea how to keep them alive from Robert and anti-Targaryens around the Seven Kingdoms.
Yay! We're done!
So what do you guys think? REVIEW AND TELL ME IF THIS SHOULD HAPPEN OR NOT!