Hey! Another chapter!

Ok, so a lot of you were saying I forgot Naruto's blue eyes
I have a reason for that ok. I know I should have let y'all know before hand, but I guess I should tell you now.
The challenger, said that I can use the show plot or the books plot and I decided to use a mixture of the two
In the books, Cersei, Jaime, Joffrey etc, have green eyes, but Cersei has brown eyes in the show, Joffrey has blue eyes in the show, jaime has brown eyes in the show. In the books Robert has blue eyes, in the show he has brown eyes. Also, in the books, it's described the Renly wore armor as green as his eyes, but later in the book it says that his eyes are blue as any Baratheon (Typo? Oh well)
Not only, I was writing that chapter while recounting the first season of Game of Thrones so I was watching that sepcific scene while I wrote (Season One, Episode Six just to let you know)

I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Game of Thrones

Chapter 17: The Lions Play

Through the night, a pair of women walked through the city streets dressed in simple black breeches and black tunics to disappear into the night scene of King's Landing. Their hair was tied up in buns and pony-tails to keep their long locks from impeding their sight. After all, when a woman paired or not, goes into Flea Bottom during the night the slightest blind spot could mean life or death; rape or not. The two were silent as they passed through the cobblestoned streets. Men's eyes followed them with lecherous grins spread across their faces. Good thing for the two, none of them made a move.

Kathryn was looking for a fight though while Mayra wanted to move along in silence. Their booted feet clacked against the uneven stone tiles. Slowly they trudged through the rather unattractive parts of Flea Bottom and neared their destination. Mayra sighed, never liking to come around Flea Bottom. Even at night the district reeked of broken dreams and depression. The two headed along until two men appeared in front of them, both with the distinct stench of wine. Behind them, three more men arrived, covered in dirt and missing articles of clothing. One thing all these men had in common was the perverse looks on their faces and the glimmering knives in their hands.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way; the choice is yours m'lady." One of the men said, whispering in Mayra's ear. "I haven't had a good fuck in weeks-guh!"

Mayra glared and pushed the man away from her. He fell back and was caught by one of his friends, throat sliced open. She kicked one of them as they neared her and dug her blade into the nape of his neck. Kathryn burst into laughter and drew out two knives and charged along, cutting the limbs from the remaining men. Once it was all said and done, Mayra could only watch in despair as her sister killed the last two men in a rather gruesome and disturbing way. It was bordering on inappropriate. No matter though, Kathryn finished what she wanted to do and followed after Mayra to the Tannery.

"You know, I was told that the prince was going to show up for this meeting." Kathryn said with a smirk. "That's why I was in the Red Keep today, watching Prince Naruto. You sure did a good job keeping an eye on him."

"What?" Kathryn asked suddenly. "No clever remarks or threats to make me shut up?"

"Now your silence is beginning to make me worried big sister." Kathryn frowned.

"Can you please shut up, Kathryn?" Mayra asked with a sigh leaving her lips. "I just killed two people…I need some time away from your annoying voice, so please…stay quiet."

"But aren't you excited to meet the Prince?" Kathryn asked.

"I've already met him, multiple times." Mayra growled. "I don't like him, nor will I ever like him."

"You think we're doing this because we like him?" Kathryn asked with an incredulous smile spread across her face. "Gods, you're either naïve or completely stupid."

"What do you mean by that?" Mayra asked. "You served the Queen and now you're serving Joffrey and you're trying to make him king."

"We have our reasons, Mayra." Kathryn replied with a laugh. "We don't trust you enough yet to tell you said reasons. Just know, we're not the only spies in Joffrey's employ."

Joffrey awoke the next morning in his bed, a dark calculating look on his face. It was his turn to do some information gathering. Thinking back to his private conversation with Kathryn Waters, the bastard spoke of Naruto's powers as well. Joff knew that if one of the spies could see it then that mean that he wasn't crazy. Joffrey continued to think about all she said, speaking of his need to eat food shortly afterwards or his extreme fatigue from either a mental illness or something else entirely. Not even she could tell why he was clawing at his stomach.

This was a good thing to Joffrey. He just needed to figure out a way to take advantage of this weakness. The boy slid from his bed and slipped into a pair of brown breeches and a loose fitting tunic. His green eyes trailed around, locking with the various different sights to see. He headed along, pulling his door open and entered the hall. Kingsguard looked at him and nodded their heads. Gold Cloaks were no different bowing to their prince. Joffrey trudged along towards the Tower of the Hand and stayed close to the walls making sure he wasn't seen by any unwanted eyes.

There was a small boy wearing a hood over his head that was scrubbing the floor. The child's eyes couldn't be seen because of the hood and the child was surprisingly, the perfect size. Joffrey walked over to him and pushed the child away, slipping the hood from the servants head and wrapped it over his own head. Joffrey looked to the little child and gritted his teeth. The boy was about to scream until Joffrey hurled a small pouch of silver coins at the boy's face, knocking the kid over. Joffrey gave the boy a knowing look and the kid ran off three hundred silver's richer.

Joffrey hated every second of this cover but he needed to get close. He scrubbed the stone tiles with water and soap substance, barely cleaning the floor. His green eyes kept locked with the wounded Stark. Ned sat on a bench covered in sweat with massive bags beneath his eyes. The Stark's cane was at his side, his right hand wrapped tightly around the ball-handle. Joffrey needed to be as silent as possible while still keeping his cover up. Ned Stark couldn't know that he was listening in. Joffrey was expecting the man to be speaking with some Lord about some ridiculous kingly things, but it was his mother that came from the keep.

She looked distraught and clearly angry about something. She arrived in front of the Stark with her arms crossed over her chest. Ned rose to his feet, although shaky, the man managed to stand as straight as he can. The Stark looked at Joffrey's mother with a dark look, almost as if Cersei had done something disgusting and outright atrocious. Cersei sighed and leaned against the fountain behind her, a bored look on her face.

"I know the truth about your children. I know the truth to why Jon Arryn died." Lord Stark said. "I know the truth behind this gods awful charade. You may have the King fooled, but you don't have me fooled."

"Do you love your children?" Cersei asked.

"With all my heart." Ned interrupted the Queen.

"I do as well." Cersei replied.

"And they're all Jaime's."

Suddenly, Cersei's face turned dark with a glare that could probably terrify a dragon. She clenched her fists and crossed her arms back over her chest to calm down.

"You don't understand how Robert treated me." Cersei growled. "My brother was worth a thousand of your friend…until recently-"

"Your brother, or do you mean your lover?" Ned interrupted yet again. "I've met with countless of Robert's bastards-"

"My son is no bastard!" Cersei roared, her eyes turning bloodshot. "You don't know a thing, Lord Stark!"

"I have met with countless of Robert's bastards, and all of them had black hair." Ned replied. "All of them. Your sons and daughter all golden haired. Eyes can change color, as did Renly's so you can't fool me saying he has Roberts eyes. You can't convince me in any other-"

"Lord Stark, my son is not a bastard!" Cersei roared once more, this time sounding like a lioness protecting her cub. "Don't profess to know-"

"I will tell Robert the truth behind everything." Ned said, releasing a sigh. "Once he returns from his hunt which should be soon, he'll know. I advise that you take your children as far away as possible ahead of time."

"You don't understand Stark, my son isn't a bastard!" Cersei cried with her cheeks turning red.

"I'm sorry, Your Grace." Ned shook his head. "I can't trust the words of a traitor."

"Lord Stark." Cersei shivered in anger. "Do you remember what I said to you?"

"About?" Ned asked stopping in his steps to face the queen.

"When you play the Game of Thrones, you win or you die." Cersei glared. "There is no middle ground. You were a fool to not take the Iron Throne. A bloody fool. It was there for you, it was there waiting for someone honorable and yet, you let your fat drunk friend take the throne. You made a mistake that will haunt the realm for the coming century!"

"I've made countless mistakes in my life…" Ned retorted. "Not becoming King isn't one of them."

Joffrey turned his head down as the Stark began to limp away, his cane slapping against the stone tiles as he passed. Joffrey scrubbed away looking as inconspicuous as possible. His cheeks were on fire and his hands were beginning to shake. Not once did his mother deny the Ned Stark's accusations. She only said her son isn't a bastard. Joffrey gripped the brush with all the strength he could muster. Joffrey pieced things together and already decided that he knew who she was talking about. Joffrey gritted his teeth as tears began to form in his eyes. He was a bastard with little to no claim to the Iron Throne and Naruto was the only trueborn. He was raised on a lie.

Joffrey rose to his feet, anger forcing his legs and body ahead. He pulled a knife from his sleeve and charged through the garden seeing nothing but red. But suddenly another servant arrived and pulled him away. Cersei took no notice of the action and walked away, tears in her eyes. Joffrey was about to start screaming like a madman until a gag was placed in his mouth to shut him up. He was dragged away kicking and whipping his arms around to make whoever it was to stop.

He was thrown against a wall, causing the knife to fall from his grasp. The prince was red-faced and teary eyed. He gritted his teeth as his breaths began to hitch and lose control. Joffrey shut his eyes feeling his heart race as the realization that he was destined for nothing came to light. He clenched his fists and removed the hood from his head to reveal locks of golden hair. His hands shot up gripping the hairs on his head as the tears finally fell. He shuddered as the sobs roared out with a pained croak. He leaned his head back against the brick wall, his face burning with hate and pain. He looked to the one who pulled him back to reveal none other than Hardyn and Kathryn.

Joffrey leaned forward and embraced the man as the tears continued to fall. Hardyn held the prince tightly making sure to muffle his cries from being heard. Joff gripped the spy's tunic as the wails grew fierce. Kathryn looked at him with a small frown. The girl may have been a bastard but she wasn't lied to. She was never raised to think she deserved something, she was never raised to believe that she was someone to amount to anything. She couldn't even imagine what the boy was going through. She took a deep breath resting a hand on Joffrey's shoulder, trying her best to calm him down. But his cries were calmed and soon enough, Joffrey pulled back to reveal a new look on his face, anger, hate, peace.

"Your Grace…" Hardyn whispered.

"Make the preparations to make me king." Joffrey roared. "Did you switch my father's wine?"

"Lancel has been doing his job well." Hardyn replied with a smirk. "For a man as soft in the head as he is, he's a damn good spy."

"Ned!" A hoarse roar came from down the hall. "Ned!"

The Stark froze in his steps, turning to see Renly drenched in blood. Renly moved with fear in his steps, barely able to get to Ned without almost breaking down. The Northman walked toward the Stormlander with a limp in his steps. Ned gave the man a frown.

"What happened?!" Ned asked, sweat already beginning to fall down his brow.

"Robert…we were hunting and the boar…"

Ned looked to his guards and moved quickly to follow after the man. They arrived at the royal solar to find practically everyone present. Naruto was holding his father's hand with a worried look on his face. His eyes were red with shimmering tears. Cersei had a hand on Naruto's shoulder along with another on Roberts, trying to ease their pain in the best way she could think of. Robert was whispering apologies to Naruto and to Cersei alike. Ser Barristan stood at the foot of the bed with Lord Renly as well as the rest of the small council. When Ned arrived though, Robert rolled his eyes in pain and released a small sigh.

"Alright." Robert groaned. "Leave us. All of you. I want to speak to Ned alone!"

"Father…" Naruto pleaded.

"My Love, please let us-"

"I said leave us." Robert sighed. "I can't bloody speak with the Hand alone?!"

"Alright, My Love…come on my son." Cersei wrapped her arm lovingly around Naruto but not before stealing a glare in the Stark's direction. "We'll speak to your father later…"

Once everyone had vacated the room, Ned took a seat next to the Baratheon and was immediately tasked with getting a sheet of paper and an inkwell. The Stark immediately took out a quill and dipped the end of the quill into the inkwell and gave Robert a look to begin.

"In the name of Robert first…you know how it is; fill in the damned titles. Hereby name Lord Eddard Stark, titles; titles, protector of the realm until my rightful heir, Naruto Baratheon, titles, titles, comes of age." Robert managed to sputter out. "Give that to the council after my death. Hand it over."

Eddard handed the board and paper towards the wounded king but felt the urge to say something about what he'd learned the night before. Ned wanted to say something so badly, but he didn't want the last thing his best friend to know before he was claimed by the eternal darkness of death, is that his heirs weren't trueborn. Ned clenched his fists as the Baratheon signed his name on the letter making the letter Robert Baratheon's last royal command.

"Teach my sons honor Ned, teach them everything I failed to do." Robert cried. "Tell Cersei that I'm sorry I wasn't the loving husband until now…tell all my children I'm sorry I wasn't the ideal father…too many regrets, so little time to atone…"

"Robert…"

"Bah." The king sputtered with a bloody laugh. "King Robert Baratheon, the bloody usurper…slain by a fucking pig…give me something for this gods awful pain…let me die…"

Ned nodded at the man and rose from his seat, rolling the letter up and placing it in his belt. The Stark headed towards the door and came to see the sight of the small council and three Kingsguard knights waiting at the door. Ned took a deep breath and nodded his head at the Maester of the group.

"He wants the Milk of the Poppy." Eddard said.

Grand Maester Pycelle moved along, shuffling his feet along the stone floors. Renly followed behind the Maester confused by Ned's assessment but came along anyway. The Stark ran a hand across his face letting the events of this day finally catch up to him. He'd threatened the Queen, a Lannister at that, and didn't - couldn't - go through with it, and now his best friend was dying in the room behind that door. The man sighed softly and told Lord Varys that Daenerys Targaryen was to be left alone. But of course, plans had already been made and plans were already executed. Ned groaned at how shitty everything was becoming. He needed a drink.

Naruto gripped the handle of his sword with tears flowing down his cheeks. Tears ran down his cheeks as he swung his blade against the training dummy, beating the hay from the burlap body. He was merciless in his actions, tearing at the burlap skin. He gritted his teeth, twirling the blade before bringing it back down onto the shoulder of the strapped target. His heart was racing and his blood was pumping. Naruto had never been so angry or saddened in his life.

His father was dying. Naruto took slow deep breaths before collapsing onto the dirt below and rested his face in his hands. He wept and sobbed, drenching his hands in snot and tears. He was distraught, anyone can see that, but his mother was making sure no one disturbed him, not even Sansa. She said that he needed time, but if anything, he needed someone to listen to him, someone to comfort him. His father, although not a good one for most of his life, was dying in the castle and dying slowly at that. The boy leaned his head against the tattered burlap sack and stared at the sun above.

He didn't say a word and simply stared off at the brown dirt of the training field he was in. The only ones there with him were Bran and Summer, both dressed in armor and training on their own training dummies. The young prince's sapphire blue eyes trailed along the field seeing nothing but blurred colors and silhouettes. Naruto was in pain and his heart was tearing at the seams. He rested his hand against his stomach, but there was a strange feeling within, almost like a burning fire. The Baratheon slid up against the post and started wiping his hand against his stomach trying to remove the feeling. The burning sensation moved up onto his skin almost like someone was burning a spiral design onto his skin.

He clawed at his abdomen and clawed at his shirt, but it was all held together making him look delirious. Naruto lifted his shirt to feel his stomach but immediately regretted it. He looked down to his gut to see a large deep black searing scar that was in the shape of a strange spiral starting at his navel to a few inches in all directions. But just when he thought the burning sensation couldn't get worse, something dug into his skin, tearing it apart. He gripped his gut, trying to stop the pain. Strange markings were carved into his skin and others seemed to be burned into him. But the pain suddenly disappeared and Naruto came to realize that he was on the dirt with sweat pouring down his face. His eyes trailed over to the other side of the training field to see Bran and Summer working together to fight their training dummies and didn't seem to notice him.

Naruto.

The boy flipped over onto his chest, staring in the immediate direction of the voice. There was no one there so he quickly assumed it was nothing. He stumbled to his feet, fighting back the innate burning sensation within him. His stomach was free of the markings and the pain but the fire wasn't gone. Naruto was lacking balance and nearly fell back to the dirt. He quickly wrapped his hand around the shoulder of the training dummy, using it as leverage.

Naruto.

The voice was nowhere to be found. Naruto narrowed his eyes in all directions trying his best to figure out where it was coming from. He limped forward, leaving Bran to train and headed into the maze design of the hedges. That was the best choice to go. He walked along following the voice as it continuously whispered his name, over and over, calling to him. The voice was deep, reverberating; alluring. he rested his hands against the hedge walls and walked forward, his boots dragging along the dirt covered stone tiles. He stopped for a moment to regain his bearings. Deep breaths, he told himself. He leaned his back against the hedge in a vain attempt to calm his raging heart.

Naruto.

He turned his head to see a dark figure standing at the end of the hedge line. He was about to call out to the silhouette, but the figure disappeared, going deeper into the maze of hedges. Naruto shrugged and walked along, following the path laid out and still used the hedge walls as support. While the maze of hedges weren't that bad to follow, it still blocked him from the sight of the people outside of the maze. In the center of the maze was a large fountain that sadly wasn't in use anymore. He followed along finding the winds change in temperature clearly dropping a few ticks. The boy shivered in anticipation of who or what he was about to find.

Naruto.

The boy stopped and clenched one of the branches he was holding onto and snapped it like a twig. He gritted his teeth and swore to walk away if the voice called his name again. He walked forward shaking his head and finally arrived in the center of the maze to see the fountain but there was no one there but him. He walked ahead and sat against the water fountain, running his hand through the clear water distorting his reflection.

He stared at the ripples, watching them shake his image and disperse the features of his face.

"NARUTO!" Naruto shot back from the fountain.

The waters began to rise, shaking and writhing in all directions. He watched the waters merge together before coming to reveal a woman in a pale white gown of sorts with strange red markings going around her neck like a necklace. The sleeves were too long and covered her arms and her hands entirely. The boy shivered and continued to slide away although at a snail's pace. The woman walked from the fountain a dark smirk spread across her face. She has three-fucking-eyes! Naruto turned over and started to crawl away, but he was grabbed by his collar and hurled away by this woman's super-human strength.

The boy flew through the air and smashed into the stone fountain, destroying a part of the fountain. He fell over groaning in an immense amount of pain. He took deep breaths trying to calm down and assess the situation. He looked left and right only to realize that he'd left his sword in the training field. The woman was coming close to him with a curved sword of sorts. She swung down at him, but he drew out his dagger as fast as he could, meeting blade with blade bringing sparks to life. His eyes met with hers. Pale-lavender met with sapphire as flames ignited between them. Naruto turned over, brining her blade away from his skin and kicked her gut as best as he could.

She stumbled and slid away a few feet. Her pupil-less eyes widened in surprised and swung her blades around ready to face the boy, this time, a serious look on her face. Naruto was about to swing his blade but froze in his steps when the woman sheathed her weapons and put her hands together in a strange sign. Naruto looked in confusion and waited to see what she was planning to do. If it was about to be one of those strange foreign religious dances, he was going to leave rather than try to kill her and have the Gold Cloaks handle the nut case.

"You don't remember." She said with a sickening smile. "Byakugan!"

Naruto had seen a lot of strange things in his life, but not once has he ever seen veins pop up along someone's eyes. The boy backed away in disgust. Her pupils suddenly became visible albeit, barely. He narrowed his eyes to get a better look at his opponent and saw the same blue wisps of energy coming off of her as well as his own self. He glared at the woman and channeled small amounts of his own power ready to handle her on his own. He knew he could do it and once he defeats her, he was hoping he could get answers about who she was and where his powers came from.

She charged at him once again this time not even bothering to draw her weapons. Naruto glared at her and knew she was probably mocking him. He swung for her but she shot her fists forward, hitting pressure points all throughout his arm. His eyes widened to the size of plates and soon enough, he found himself flying through the air. She'd flipped him like a raw chicken. His back smashed against the stone tiles bringing a roar of pain from the boy. She raised her foot and brought it down onto his chest, forcing blood from his mouth. She kicked him over before throwing him towards the fountain once again.

This…monster… Naruto thought, wiping the blood from his face. How in seven hells is she so damn strong?! Gods help me.

There is only one god.The voice sounded once again, this time sounding far more feminine.

The woman smirked darkly. The eye on her forehead darkened and seemed to be bulging from her forehead. The ripple design darkened and filled Naruto with a strange feeling, almost euphoric. He couldn't move his body as the woman walked closer to him. He watched her coming close with a blade as dark as night. He tried to move, but he just couldn't will his body to do so. Suddenly, five Gold Cloaks appeared and drew their swords and their shields. The woman sighed and sheathed her sword, finding these men of no challenge either. She backed away and let the Gold Cloaks file into the opening.

Bran stood behind the men dressed in his armor with Summer at his side, snarling his teeth. The woman laughed and dropped into a fighting stance, the veins growing at the side of her face once again. Bran was clearly disgusted as were the Gold Cloaks. Naruto tried to shout out to them, tried to warn them, but he couldn't even move his lips. He struggled and kept fighting back but he couldn't move or speak. He was stuck where he was until they kill her, he assumed at least. She was used some sort of spell to keep him where he was and whatever it was, it was working. Suddenly, the Gold Cloaks and Bran rushed her, their blades and armor glinting in the morning sun above.

The first Gold Cloak swung down to behead the woman. She weaved around the attack and elbowed the Gold Cloak, breaking his nose. She leaned forward and shot her foot back denting his chestplate. Naruto's eyes followed the man's flying body before he collided with the hedge. She ducked a swipe from Bran but rammed her fist into his cheek soon after, brining him to the ground in with a pained thud. Two Gold Cloaks decided to team up on her, but she shot her right hand forward, ramming her fist into one of their throats and elbowed the other in the throat. With the both of them choking messes, she grabbed one, turning him around to take a lunge from his friend.

The two men stared at each other with fear in their eyes, but only one was left living. The woman burst into laughter as two large horns began to protrude from her head. She pushed the dead man from her hands and spun on the heel of her left foot, slamming her right foot into the still choking Gold Cloak's face. They were fodder just like every other man and woman she's killed. The man flew back, face beat in with no recognizable features. The remaining three Gold Cloaks sped at her with anger in their eyes while Bran and Summer came around her ready to flank her. The woman was a vicious hand-to-hand fighter. Far better than any the Gold Cloaks or anyone had ever seen for that matter.

She punched one and kicked another before grabbing the last and snapped his neck. One of the remaining Gold Cloaks sped to the entrance and grabbed spear from the hedge. Once he returned though, Summer was gnawing on the woman's shoulder, and Bran had just dug his sword into her back. Bran tore the sword from her back and Summer had just finished tearing her throat from her body. The direwolf walked over to Naruto and licked his cheek. Suddenly, the boy shot to his feet. He could feel his arms and his legs again. Bran and the remaining men panted softly at the fight. Never had they seen someone fight like that before.

She was fluid and moved with a strange and deadly grace, almost as if she was dancing. Her punches and kicks did more than hurt them. They felt their bones break from just simple punches and kicks. They couldn't even recognize one of their friends corpses. His face looked dented in, nose gone; teeth gone; eyes gone; everything just…gone. She snapped one of their necks like it was the easiest thing to do and she had no regard for other life and had no honor when she fought. Using her enemies against her enemies as human shields. Three dead in the quickest hand-to-hand fight they'd ever been 'lucky' to be a part of.

Naruto walked closer to the corpse to examine the woman, but found that the horns that protruded from her head disappeared and when he turned her over, her skin tone had darkened to copper color and the color of her eyes revealed to be brown dilated eyes instead of the pale-lavender he'd watched. His throat went dry and his tongue shriveled. His breaths were dry and held no warmth. Naruto was beyond confused as the nature of her attire also came to light; hexagonal designs weren't common in Westeros but rather in…Asshai. He gritted his teeth. Sasuke said I needed to get to Asshai; but why would an Asshai'i want me dead?! What in Seven Hells is going on?!

Something dark reveled within him but a sudden aching sensation grew on his left shoulder. He took a deep breath and looked to Bran and the Gold Cloaks. The boy looked different for a moment, almost like a rabid dog. Whisker marks seemed to be forming on his cheeks and his blue eyes darkened in color turning from sapphire to a dark amethyst.

"Strip her of her clothing and bring it to my solar." Naruto said with a dark look on his face. "Bran, feed her to Summer."

"W-What?" The Gold Cloaks looked in awe. Bran was no different.

"W-Why?!" Bran looked disgusted.

"She's an Asshai'i, most definitely a follower of R'hllor the God of Fire for most in Essos." Naruto said with a glare. "Those hexagonal designs are common among the women of Asshai. I met a red priest who brought a red priestess…or was it prostitute, I don't know…but they burn their dead to 'give to the Lord of Light'. I won't give this bitch the honor of seeing her god. Feed her to Summer, or I'll do it myself."

Naruto headed into the Keep and Bran was sent to his room with Summer. Apparently, due to the death of Robert, their date of leaving was pushed for tomorrow. The boy headed along through the halls, his thoughts coming back to the Asshai'i who attacked him and his mother's reaction to the news. She nearly fainted of course and coddled him checking him over and over to make sure he wasn't hurt in any way, or at least too badly. The boy then thought of Lord Varys specifically. His reaction was…strange to say the least. He didn't seem surprised and seemed that he already knew. But something on Varys's face told Naruto that the Essosi didn't expect it.

Who would expect it? An Asshai'i attacking the prince no less in the center of the Red Keep's garden was absurd. To most of the population of Westeros, Asshai was a mythical place visited only by merchants and traders willing to even go that far across the Jade Sea and through the Saffron Strait. A foreigner getting through palace security; the blond was sure that this would bring about some questions on the integrity of King's Landing's security and defense. Already, Naruto was beginning to wonder himself. If that assassin could easily slip through the guards, imagine what an army could do or a team of trained assassins could do. Thankfully there was only one today but who's to say there won't be more in the future.

Naruto walked through the halls half-hoping to find his father already up and walking but that wasn't the truth. Maesters walked towards the King's room scaring Naruto slightly. Why did they need more than one? He didn't want to look. Once the Silent Sisters arrived, Naruto would know that his father had died. He shivered and walked away from the scene as fast as he could. His father had shown his true and softer side over the events of the last month and a half growing a bond between the two; a bond that only grew stronger with each passing day. To think that the moment he'd gotten the bond it was immediately severed, only proved that the gods were indeed cruel beings. Too much pain and suffering too soon. A bit ironic really since everything went to shit when the Starks arrived in King's Landing. Naruto didn't blame them though; he simply blamed the Game of Thrones that his mother constantly rambled on about.

Night was falling soon and Naruto was in need of dire rest. They'd spent a long time explaining what had happened wasting hours in the Queen's room talking and rambling. Bran and the Stark children were to be leaving on the morrow bringing unbelievable amounts of heartache. He'd probably never see Sansa again and he'd be married off to some Southern Lady and she to some Northern Lord. Bran would be squired to someone else and Arya, she'd probably not really care either way. Naruto sighed as a chapter in his life was beginning to close and friends were about to disappear from his life. A saddening thought really. Naruto understood Lord Stark's decision though. The man had angered his grandfather, the most powerful man in the continent. Of all the people the wolf had to tangle with, it had to be the lion himself.

The boy shivered at the implications. Once more the thoughts of what Varys said to that foreign dignitary; the wolf and the lion will be at each other's throats. Naruto knew that this is exactly what Varys was talking about. The wolf was siding with the falcons and the lions were clawing for both, but neither were relenting. The stubbornness of these lords was undoubtedly going to tear the continent apart and war will engulf them all. A war that will most definitely decide the survival of House Lannister and House Stark amongst other, less influential houses. Naruto just had a feeling that nothing good was going to come from this war. His only hope though, was that he can still emerge the same person he is now. He wasn't willing to lose every shred of his humanity in a war that will undoubtedly tear him to shreds.

He walked along through the red halls, keeping to himself as the sun continued to disappear along the crystal horizon of Blackwater Bay. The waters shimmered softly as the boy passed the halls. To his side, the hall had great windows that faced the bay, showing him the coming night as the sun set, inch by inch. He continued his walk, letting the soft graceful wisps of sea water kiss his cheeks and arms. He needed to get some rest soon. After all, he'd gotten his ass kicked by a woman earlier and his ego was in serious need of repair. It was nothing a good night's rest couldn't fix. He arrived at his large wooden door and pushed it open to reveal his dark room, no lights as of yet. Lighting one of the candles, the boy illuminated his room to find everything in place and his view of the bay undeterred. His balcony was empty and the cool winds of the Narrow Sea flowed in, blowing through his unruly blond hair. His bed looked welcoming, carrying him with a soft spell.

He felt like he was floating and before he knew it, he was lying face down on his bed letting the air built in his feather mattress flow out. He moaned softly and pressed his face into the feather pillows, the cold feeling spreading through his aching head. He was finally ready to rest and finally ready to sleep. His eyes suddenly felt heavy, almost as if he was put under a spell of sorts. Feathers began to fall around him, filling his mind with running sheep. His breaths became shallow and soon enough, he began to snore. Thankfully he was asleep.

Suddenly, a man dropped from his metal canopy dressed in strange garb of all black, but bearing dark hexagonal designs that matched the rest of his color scheme. He wore a mask and had a headband of sorts bearing a blank metal plate. He moved silently and drew out a knife of even stranger design. Around his feet were sandals strapped together with buckles and small belts. His arms were wrapped in black splinted arm braces, tied together with small belts as well. Around his torso were knives of all sorts inserted into different openings on the bandolier straps. This man was no ordinary assassin. He raised his knife ready to kill the sleeping prince, but his arm was suddenly pulled back and flipped, smashing his face into the floor.

He rolled away and met eyes with the one who attacked her. She wore her own mask covering her face revealing brown eyes and a head of brown hair held back in a pony-tail. She wore a tight, form fitting leather jerkin over a black tunic with black breeches and black boots to match the rest of her reoccurring theme of black. The man glared at her clearly revealing himself to be an Asshai'i. He lunged forward, swinging his knife with perfection, almost as if it were an extension of his body. The woman quickly drew her own knife and met the blade with his, clearly realizing that he was on a different league than her. They held their stance, blades clashed against each other. He reached behind and clenched his fist. The woman looked confused, but the man shot his hand back around while breaking their clash.

He threw his hand around, showering her face in pepper powder and shards of glass. She shot back wiping her face as the glass shards dug into her skin. She looked back at the man to see him smirking at her inability. She clenched her teeth and rushed forward, swinging with precision, aiming for his neck veins and his throat. The man knew what she was trying to do though and dodged each attack before ramming his knee into her gut. He pushed her away while she tried her best to recuperate. He punched her face and ripped her mask from her face before hurling her over to the balcony, and sent her careening over the side of the railing. He followed after her though, knowing that it was too easy that she'd die that way. Then he heard it; her shout. He rushed over to the balcony to see her fingers holding on to the railing for dear life.

Her brown eyes were wide with fright. The man looked at her with a dark smirk and started stepping on her fingers to see how long she can handle the pain. Behind him, Naruto was still asleep, completely unaware of what was happening. The man grew impatient and started stomping on her fingers, expecting her to finally let go. Something though was making him wonder if this girl was a kunoichi if she could take this pain, after all, he was a shinobi of Asshai. An assassin gifted with agility and strength beyond that of man, from none other than R'hllor, the Lord of Light. The man glared at the woman hanging for dear life. She didn't look like a follower of the Lord of Light. If anything, she looked like some kitchen wench, some no good-

She wrapped her hand around his leg while he was stuck in his thoughts. She used a good portion of her strength and pulled his foot from under him. He fell back, bashing his head against the stone floor of the balcony. With the remaining strength she had, she pulled her body up and over the railing of the balcony to meet the would be assassin. She was about to punch his throat to kill him, but he rolled away and reappeared in Naruto's room, already in a fighting stance. He once again reached behind, but this time returned to reveal a handful of strange star-like blades. He swung his hands around in lightning fast repetition. She had to strain her eyes to see the stars coming for her. Over and over, she'd dodge them, but every star he threw, they'd cut her or graze her.

But like all projectiles, he was bound to run out soon enough. Once he did, he returned with his strange knife and shot forward himself. He stabbed forward, cutting Mayra's cheek adding to the many cuts she was already sporting. She rammed her fist into his ear and dug her knee into his gut, just like he did to her not even five minutes ago. She pushed him away and kicked him once more, this time slamming her foot into his chest. Before he could fall back though, she grabbed his collar and then grabbed his head. She bashed his head against the stone railing, over and over, crushing his skull and forehead. She didn't let up until his arms fell limp and he stopped trying to fight back. With one final smash, she crushed his skull completely, covering the railing in his blood.

She took a deep breath and sighed. His sleeping technique will disappear, but Naruto will still be asleep. The prince will thankfully awake in the morning so she need to clean up before that happens. She lifted the Asshai'i over her should and hurled him over the side of the balcony and watched him smash on the stony coast of Blackwater Bay. She was glad that Naruto didn't choose a room with the beach. Those rocks were going to get washed over and the blood and corpse with it. She reached into her pouch strapped to her belt and immediately went to cleaning the blood from the railing. Of all the people she'd managed to defeat, she never once imagined that she'd be defeating an Asshai'i assassin.

"Hardyn and Kathryn have a lot of explaining to do."

For those of you who don't know anything about the geography of Essos, Asshai is far, far, far to the east like SUPER FAR.
And here is where my writer's freedom comes into play. Bordering Asshai is the nation of Yi Ti
Doesn't it sound oriental as fuok? Well guess what, it is. (At least that's how I interpret it)
Yi Ti is going to be like southeast-east Asia (Vietnam, Laos, Southern China etc.)
[Also, they're ruled by a god emperor, sound familiar {Qi Shi Huangdi comes to mind}]

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