Hello! This is a new story, one focusing on what would have happened if Princess Shaena Targaryen would have lived, unmarried until the fall of King's Landing. Here, Shaena does not marry Rhaegar, something that will be explained later in the story. It will start as the Lannister forces start to assault the Red Keep, just after Jaime slays the Mad King.
I hope you enjoy it!
"Aunt Shaena... I-Im scared." She dragged her nice, Rhaenys, by the hand, as she fled as fast as her legs could take her to the Great Hall. The screams of dying men and raped women, the smell of blood, gore, shit and piss flared at her nose, sound and smell both coming troughs the windows of the cavernous Hall. She needed her father, to tell him to surrender and stop his mad plans. The sobs of her little niece and the silent cry of her nephew, who rested in the crook of her arm were enough to fill her with dread and fear as she finally neared the great oak-and-bronze doors of the throne room.
"Princess, there are men coming! Flee!" A servant girl, much behind her, shouted at her and then started to scream.
Shaena didn't respond, how could she? She barely looked away, she just kept running, not even looking as she neared the monstrous Iron Throne. The bladed throne had once scared her when she was but a child, but as an adult, she had never been afraid of it. But the sight of her father's own Kingsguard, Ser Jaime Lannister, cutting her sire's throat as he pulled him off the steps scared her. It truly did. She didn't feel any remorse for her father, or as she preferred, the monster that had taken his place since Duskendale. How her father had planned to marry her to the brother, she had not cared, for she and Rhaegar and always been the best of siblings to each other. But the way her father had treated her mother, Rhaegar and poor Elia Martell, that trough the plotting of her mother and brother had managed to marry Rhaegar had crushed any once of sympathy the once loving daughter held for her mad father. Ser Jaime noticed her, bloody sword in hand, as he looked at her both afraid and determined, even pitiful.
She stopped her tracks, hiding Rhaenys face in the skirts of her gown. She should have kept them in Maegor's Holdfast instead of taking them out of it, kept them with their mother, but now they were here, and small Rhaenys screamed as she saw the blood dripping down the stairs.
"Ser Jaime." What should she do? The man was a turncoat, and while she and Jaime had always been dear friends, he had slain her father and his own was sacking the city. Her chances of salvation were very low. "I ask that you take us three to Maegor's Holdfast." Her voice was but a weak call, drowned in the fear she felt for her family.
"Pr-Princess. I-I..." Jaime stuttered as he had no words. King Aerys had to go and he would never repent for killing him. But being caught by not one, but three Targaryens during the act had broken whatever toughs he had.
"Enough of wasting time, Ser Jaime. There are men coming!" Shaena spoke in the strongest voice she could muster, hoping that the Knight would obey one last order and not kill them, as his father had probably told him.
"O-Of course, my princess. We should go to Maegor's Holdfast." He descended from the steps, weary but determined. He would not let them die, them who were innocent.
"Rhaenys dear, go to Ser Jaime." She told her small niece, who wept into her skirts and shook her head, "Rhaenys, you have to go, little dragon. Otherwise, we won't be fast enough to go get your Balerion, alright?" She tried to convince her niece, who looked up at her with tear-filled amethyst's. Her brown hair was just by her shoulders, the one strand of silver falling just in front of her right ear. She tucked the strand behind it, kneeling carefully with Aegon in her arms. "You see, you can imagine Ser Jaime is a big, tall dragon, ready to carry you to see your mommy and Balerion, Rhaenys."
The thought seemed to amuse her crying niece, who looked at her with glassy eyes until she finally wrinkled her nose and spoke sweetly.
"Ser Jaime is a lion, not a dragon. You can't ride lions, auntie." Rhaenys said with true innocence, the one of a child who was being amused and was ignorant of the true reality of the world around her, the reality that just around them, King's Landing was dying, and if they didn't move, they would soon die with it. Thankfully, an armoured hand soon wrapped it's hand around Rhaenys and pulled her up, placing her on his shoulders. Ser Jaime looked awkward, with a child grabbing tightly onto his lion adorned helmet. He soon rushed forward, her following him closely. She could see that men were hacking away at the gates of the Red Keep and that soon, they would manage to enter. She saw many men preparing to defend the gate, some gold-cloaks who had retreated from the city, some knights who were shouting orders. She recognised two knights, one wore arms emblazoned with a silver flair on black and red and the other had two coal-coloured war-hammers on white crossing a field of blue. Ser Jaremy Rykker and Ser Alliser Thorne, amongst a few others.
"Men, retreat to Maegor's Holdfast! We shall protect the royal family there!" Jaime called out to the band of men preparing to hold the gate. The few Gold-Cloaks and Knights paled in comparison to the Targaryen Household guard, armed and trained in the fashion of Old Valyrian armies at a whim of the Mad King he had just slain. With black-steel plate, armed with the Targaryen banner in the breastplate and with a helmet shaped in the head of a dragon, the men held a rectangular, semi-cylindrical shield made of Ironwood painted in black and red, along with varied weapons of the finest steel. Some also had bows and some had javelins. Ser Alliser ordered the men move to him, knowing that as a Kingsguard, he was the high commander of whatever Targaryen forces there was left in the city.
"Where is his Grace, Ser Jaime?" With this Jaime was trapped. All these men would turn on him if he told them he just stabbed the King in the back.
"The King is dead, killed by traitor assassins. Long live the King Aegon the sixth." Shaena moved forward, decided to save Jaime. He was the one protecting them and he seemed to still be on their side. In truth, she did not blame him for what he did to her father. She just hoped he had gotten Rossart, the crazy pyromancer.
The men all looked puzzled, but soon the Guard's leader, Ser Regen Celtigar stepped forward and shouted: "Long live the King!". Soon, others followed his cry, and the men came to form and protect around Shaena and Aegon, while Rhaenys looked on, mystified from Jaime's shoulders.
Their advance was fast as they ran through the long corridors to Maegor's Holdfast and soon they came arrived at the drawbridge, However, Jaime ordered the men stop and the soldiers started mumbling a quickly formed a shield wall, Shaena and the crying Aegon stood behind them, ignorant to the scene until poor Rhaenys screamed in absolute horror.
The sharp, feverish, scream of utter horror shook even Jaime as the Mountain and Amory Lorch, both men of his father, walked out of Maegor's Holdfast dragging behind them the battered, raped, the defiled body of Elia Martell. A man quickly took the screaming child from his shoulders and brought her to her aunt, some of the Targaryen Guard locking shields in front of the last dragons in King's Landing.
Amory Lorch was walking beside The Mountain, who was silently dragging along the corpse of the Martell princess, his piggy smile wide as he licked the blood staining his cheek. It fell quickly when the voice of Jaime rang with authority across the bridge.
"Hold." Was all he said, and quickly both men stopped. Clegane, hidden under his great helmet, conveyed no emotion, while Lorch, to the pleasure of knights, gold-cloaks and guards looked horrified, showing absolute fear. He quickly spoke in a high-pitched voice, like a pig squealing in an amicable tone.
"Ser Jaime." Lorch greeted the son of Tywin Lannister as friendly as possible, obviously afraid. "Should you not be guarding the King?"
"I am guarding the King." Was all Jaime responded as he raised his bloody, gilded sword at the two men on the other side of the moat, "And you are standing in the way of my King's safety...Drop your weapons and leave. If I have to cross this bridge with you in war, I shall slay both of you." Jaime took a step forward, a man of eighteen braver than old Lorch. Alliser, Jaremy moved after him and Lorch quickly moved between Gregor and the Royalists, intent on stopping the fight. He was pissing himself at the thought of having to report to Tywin Lannister he had fought his son, but he knew that if they fought, he probably wouldn't leave the place with his head set on his shoulders.
The embarrassing noise that escaped Lorch's throat as he saw the knights walk forward. Lord almost pissed himself, imagining what his liege lord would do if he lifted his steel againt's his favourite son. He gasped, trying to defuse the situation, but Clegane dropped the Princesses leg, who collapsed in the floor with a loud thud. His blood was up from all the fighting before, as they marched up the hill, broke the defenders of the outer walls of the keep and then slew guards in Maegor's Holdfast. To him, it wasn't the son of his master he saw, just a dumb fool with a white cloak and golden armour, followed by more fools.
The Mountain that rides let out a roar that shook the foundations of King's Landing itself, as he raised his sword and charged forward, passing Amory who tried to stop him but was just bowled back by the huge beast of a man.
"Seven Hells!" Was the only thing Jaime Lannister said before he ducked under the swing of Clegane's blade and moved behind the mountain, slashing at the knees of the Mountain. Rykker and Thorne stayed back, with most of the men. With the Mountain in the bridge, there was barely space for any movement. Clegane turned, roaring in muffled anger, and he started to swipe his sword in long swathes, forcing Jaime to step back at each swing. The Mountain was very fast for his size and any swing from the man would probably kill him, even with all the armour on, the thought rushed through, Jaime finally swung his sword, trying to break the Mountain's momentum.
Gregor moved his oaken shield on the way, prepared to block whatever blow this puny man would swing at him. However, Lannister was a tricky cunt. He suddenly twisted his sword to the side, making the gilded blade twist into the small space between the mail of his arm and his huge, steel gauntlet. The sword hit the steel but pierced in, stabbing into his arm and wrist. Gregor roared in pain, as he felt the steel cut through his flesh. He jerked his other arm, trying to smack the Lion before he could bring down his hand. He pushed Lannister away when his shield found the man's breastplate, screaming in the pain he felt.
Jaime pushed his sword and twisted, even as he felt his breath escape him as the Mountain smashed and smashed his shield on him, repeating the movement while he screamed in pain. Good, he thought. He acted fast and twisted his blade, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist the Mountain's assault for much longer. As his blade twisted, the Mountain screamed again as his hand fell off from his wrist, huge gushes of blood falling from his arm.
Jaremy knew that he would not have any chance, and he crossed by the Mountain as the man dropped his sword and roared in pain. Thorne and Guard who broke formation advanced behind the mountain and both started to deliver blows to the man's legs and head. Truly, there isn't a man more terrifying than that huge beast. Jaremy ran past them and focused on Lorch, making sure the pig-looking man didn't try anything on Ser Jaime. Lorch raised his arms in surrender, annoying Rykker, who wanted a fight of his own. Accepting the man's surrender, he turned to face the mountain, but then he heard a sword slip off its scabbard. He turned in panic, knowing not how to defend the blow he was sure was coming, but luckily, the sword connected with his just near his face, to the despair of the pig-knight. Jaremy moved forward, slashing at him. How could this cunt think he could kill him just like that. The Lannister dog worked well, even if he was smelling of piss and shit, deflecting blows but Jaremy could see he was tiring and soon, he parried his sword away and with a quick jerk of his hand, grabbed the man's head and pushed it and him into the spikes below. Good riddance, fucker.
Jaime, in the meanwhile, was on the floor, giving his last players, thinking of Cersei, the woman he loved, Tyrion, the little brother he loved as well, poor Shaena who he had turned friends with and her niece and nephew, who he would die protecting. The Mountain had shaken off Thorne and was smashing his shield into the guard, who stood bravely with shield and sword in hand. He could not break the mountain, that only using his monster-sized shield was protecting the blows coming from the man, all the while Thorne managed to hit blow for blow on his head, making his Greathelm slip off his head and fall on top of Jaime's own, that even with his own helmet, the damned, heavy thing hurt more than the foot that was holding him down.
He had been trying to hit this traitorous cunt in the head, to kill him, but the fucker was using his handless arm effectively, even as his blood poured down from his wound. He slashed and stabbed, being blocked just until finally, Baelon, as he knew the guard fighting with him and Ser Jaime was called, almost cut trough Clegane's head, his sword scraping through the side of his face. That gave Alliser enough time to stab his sword into his shoulder. Die, fucker, die! The man groaned in pain, but that didn't stop him as he flailed his arms around and suddenly dropped his shield, punching him in the face. Alliser felt like he was dying from a single punch, he could feel the blood in his mouth. Even as the mountain was forced on his knees, he managed to grab his throat... And the last thing Alliser Thorne saw before the Mountain that rides snapped his neck, was Jaime Lannister stabbing the fucker in the eye.
"Die, you fucking beast!" He screamed as he was finally freed to attack Clegane and it worked. His sword pierced through his eye and the man gurgled and finally, fell silent on top of him, almost smashing him to death as well. Rykker and the guard moved Clegane's corpse off him, throwing him down to the moat. Rykker helped him get up, sighing as the sight. The Impaled body of Lorch, who was still moaning in pain, and the body of Clegane and Thorne, who were both dead.
Soon, Shaena, Aegon and Rhaenys and the sixty soldiers that they had left followed into the moat. As the steel-bars fell over the entrance of the keep within the keep, as Lannister soldiers under Roland Crakehall and Elys Westerling stood on the other side of the moat, the only sound anyone heard within Maegor's Holdfast was the screams of Princess Rhaenys and the cries of Princess Aegon.
There! The first chapter of my history about Shaena Targaryen, and what could have happened did she live!