-Thunder and lightning cracked, the rain grew louder as each drop fell faster, just as the battle.
I stood there, watching as others fought and were dying for something I said, and I did nothing. "Princess, get inside!" A Baratheon soldier yelled, blocking a Stark axe with his shield.
I had never been in a real fight before, everything was so chaotic, men charging, shields slamming against another, the yelling, the blood, the terror or hate in their eyes.
Through the battle erupting in Winterfell I could barely even see Father or Lord Stark's duel. 'There had to be a weapon of some kind anywhere!' I thought, almost like a wish granted a Lannister soldier died before my eyes, his body limp and his sword laying at my feet.
I grabbed it and tried to see where father was, I started walking to the last place I saw them, nudging my way through, a Stark soldier yelled and swung his great sword too close for comfort.
I stabilized my footing and ran towards him, he began to swing another blow, however he was too slow and I managed to stab him in the neck with the busted up short sword I had.
My breath unsteady, my hands shaking I stepped away as he dropped the ground. He was the first person I killed, yet I barely remember his face. I couldn't wonder on just trivial things, I had to find father before he did what he said he would.
I continued to walk through the battle, abruptly someone fell against me, I quickly turned ready to kill him. It was Robb, his eyes just as wide as mine, he seemed just as terrified. He was about to strike till he recognized me; "Get inside!" He yelled, putting a hand on my shoulder before stabbing a Baratheon.
This so called battle, had turned to a free for all, Lannisters were killing anyone they wanted, Starks were killing anyone who they wanted and Baratheons were killing anyone they wanted. I had to end this!
Robb was also close to Lord Stark, how I was as well before I was carried with the crowd, they were close.
Through all the men I saw Father, swinging that axe towards Lord Stark, Lord Stark obviously not wanting to hurt Father.
I pushed through the heart of the melee, trying to get to them, with all my strength I finally broke through the mud and blood.
It was clear Father was slowing down as he took steps back into the God's wood. I followed in a hurry along with Uncle Jaime.
Father's strikes became lower, so low they brought the yellow and orange leaves and water with them. It was clear who was going to win.
Lord Stark sword caught under the axe, Father pulled it towards him, however Ned kicked father in the gut to step away. Father still backed away, his back turned to us.
"Oh for fuck sake!" Uncle Jaime hissed and walked up.
I followed behind, whatever he was about to do I needed to stop. Nonetheless I was too late.
Jaime casually stabbed Father in the back, he clawed for breath as he removed the blade and he crashed to the ground.
I knew it would happen yet it still was a shock. I immediately ran to father laying on the leaves of the God's forest. "Father." I breathed. His eyes were dull, yet he still looked at me with no emotion to him, growing pale, he was bleeding too quickly to save, it looked as if he was even giving up.
My teeth chattered, my hands clenched to his leather, the blood spreading with each rain drop, and each thought; 'I did this!' I wouldn't let it be for nothing. "Don't let them escape!" I snarled, closing my eyes. "They will be in chains by nightfall!" I held his shoulder even tighter, my rage only towards myself.
"Yes, my Lady." Lord Stark said, and walked away with Jaime Lannister.
My breath shook, the energy in my veins hardly enough to contain. I couldn't get th thought of father's death being my fault, I caused it, I did it because I wanted the throne yet once I had a taste of intrigue and betrayal I had already had my fill.
My fingers held so tight I lost blood pressure, I felt like pitching a fit, like screaming, like crying all my emotions away with the rain, nonetheless, I knew that wouldn't work. What I did was then reality and I had to make do. I would give father a good burial and march to King's Landing to be crowned. I had to use the situation or he would have died for nothing. I wasn't aware of the tears falling, I couldn't feel them. I only starred in the face of a father I loved and killed.
"Princess Rohanne!" Robb yelled in a haste. "You have to stop the fighting, you're the only Baratheon!" He practically ordered.
I scoffed and stood to my feet, walking past Robb without a second glance. "Men!" I snapped on the top of my lungs, but they paid no attention, they didn't even hear me. "Everyone, stop fighting!" I yelled even louder, making my sword repeatedly hit stone. "Break it up!" Nothing. "The King is dead!" I screamed, no longer caring how I appeared.
That time they heard and turned to look. I huffed from yelling, my throat still felt as if I had the biggest lump, the shakiest hands. "King Robert Baratheon, my father was killed by Jaime the Kingslayer in the God's wood. At this moment he, the Queen and all the Bastards are being arrested for treason!" I shouted, the anger beginning to show my clenched fists and expressions. "Everyone back to your stations!" I commanded, standing on a barrel so everyone could see.
"I ain't following your orders. Your a Lannister, for all I know you're taking over. The king is dead, no one but a man fit will order me around!" A captain yelled for all to hear.
I clenched my sword in my hand, I wanted to give into the rage, throw the damn thing straight in his heart, it be so fast he wouldn't know what hit him, I wanted to pour all my regret and rage into the throw. My mouth twisted, my eyes staring him down.
No. That was not the way. I couldn't lead with fear, what's fear when someone better comes along? It wasn't right for anyone. The mad King ruled with fear, his rule ended in a rebellion, that wouldn't be me.
I could feel Robb's eyes on me. Everyone's eyes, I had to make the right choice!
I took a deep breath, however I didn't stop clenching the hilt of the busted blade in my hand. "By all means, Captain, leave don't follow my orders. But who would you rather follow? Any other Baratheon that has even less of a right, or I, Rohanne Baratheon true daughter and heir. He was going to hand down the crown despite my womanhood. Yes I am also a Lannister and I will not forsake them, yet I assure you my loyalty is to House Baratheon, to the people, I will not forsake anyone! Follow me and everyone will get their due, I will do what no other king has done. Nothing will go unchecked, nothing will go unrewarded." I shouted, holding my fists out. My eyes shook, I had never given a speech before. I wasn't good at it either, as if that was enough to convince them.
"How?" Another soldier asked with a squint and blood in his cheek.
"Does higher pay sound better?" I breathed, almost sighed. So far holding back my anger was working, nonetheless my hands still shook. I could see in their faces they liked the sound of that. I did plan to change things, pay was one of them. "Will you follow me? Will you fight for me?!" I yelled, looking them in the eyes, hoping my rage didn't show.
"Aye!"they cheered, lifting their weapons to the sky. As I said power felt good, it almost made me forgot what just took place.
"Back to your stations." I ordered stepping down. I glanced at Robb who gave me those same distant eyes, what did I do this time? I wondered but quickly went back to what I was originally doing.
"Have my mother and my Uncle been detained?" I asked the closet Stark soldier.
"Yes, my Lady, they're held under lock and key now. All for Tommen and Myrcella." He answered, not making eye contact.
A huge weight seemed to lift off me, it wasn't for nothing. Tommen and Myrcella survived. I immediately went to the room they were in, yet I couldn't manage to smile.
"Rohanne!" Tommen gasped running towards me, hugging my legs along with Myrcella, who came up to my shoulder.
"What's happening?" She asked, more than concerned, dry tears under her eyes- probably for mother.
"Thank the seven you're alright." I breathed, running my bloody fingers through Tommen's soft blonde hair.
"Mother screamed out Rohanne did this. What did you do?" He questioned, looking at me with his sweet blue eyes.
Everything came back, all the regret, grief and anger I had came back in an instant. My eyes blurred, a lump grew in my throat, before I knew it tears fell without me wanting. I wasn't ready, I didn't think things through, I was naive, foolish. It was all on me, the blame grew as I fell to my knees and hugged them tight. "Please don't change. You're all I have."
[A/ N: thank u so much for reading! I'd love to hear your thoughts! :) ]
