And here we are, the final chapter before the Battle of the Blackwater!

Just so you know, here are the current ages:
Naruto: 16-17
Mayra: 18-19
Sansa: 15-16
Arya: 14-15
Bran: 14
Mya: 20
(To defend Mya, Padme was seven years older than Anakin [The Phantom Menace: Ani - 9 Padme - 16])

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

Chapter 29: Upon the Gates

"Alright, Jalabhar." Naruto nodded. "You understand the plan?"

"I'll get to it immediately." The tall Summer Islander bowed deeply. "I'll gather my units and move out."

"Good." Naruto reached out, grabbing the man's forearm. "And don't do anything heroic. We need you, Jalabhar. Just rest for a while and once the city bells toll, get into position."

"Understood, Naruto." The man was about to leave, but Naruto tightened his grip.

"I'm serious, Jalabhar." Naruto said worriedly. "You and the knights are our family. We'd be lost if you died. I know for a fact that Bran would be devastated if you lost your life. He looks up to you, y'know?"

Jalabhar lowered his head. "I know. That is why I don't have the heart to take him with me." Naruto released the exiled prince and rested his knuckles on the war table. "Promise me that Brandon won't get hurt."

"I promise, Jalabhar." The Baratheon took a quick sip of wine. "Watch over the companions with you; I will not lose any of you tonight!"

The large dark-skinned man walked off, silently closing the door. The young prince couldn't help but feel a dark and foreboding feeling in his stomach. Bran looked up to Jalabhar and he was certain the Stark saw the Summer Islander as another father figure. If something were to happen to either of them…Naruto sighed, running a hand through his golden hair.

Damn it…Sasuke where in the seven hells are you?! Naruto growled. I wouldn't have had to split the Battle Companions if you hadn't disappeared.

He walked from the war table, heading towards one of the balconies. Glimmering eyes scanned the rippling horizon. Blackwater Bay, despite the light slowly dissipating, looked akin to diamonds. He frowned, before tomorrow's dawn, the bay will be filled with Stannis' broken fleet. Before dawn, the rocky coast will be drowned in corpses. Naruto glared at the horizon; there was no way in any of the seven hells that Stannis was going to breech their defenses.

Bringing his hand to his chin, he adopted a thinking pose. With the report that my grandfather broke through Lord Yohn Royce's battle lines, I can only assume that he's in pursuit of Robb. Ser Loras…I pray that you don't take too long.

Onto more…personal things… Naruto frowned deeper. Mayra and Sansa…damn it. What am I doing? I feel like I'm playing with fire here. Gods…I promised Mayra that we could be together. A promise is a promise! No; enough of this. I get no ravens from Sansa, not a single message. Even before we left King's Landing, she didn't even visit me when I was recovering. That's it. I need to speak to her; I need to let Sansa know what's going to happen. I need to end whatever this is…

In a wave of pleasure, Mayra collapsed. Sweat cascaded down her back, drenching her with euphoria. It had been a long time since a woman had the skill to do this to her; and said woman was a virgin no less! Mayra fell upon Sansa, breath heavy with a sultry undertone.

"T-That was amazing…" Mayra whispered with a seductive tone. "If I didn't know any better, I would have assumed you've had experience…"

"T-Thank y-you…" The ginger Stark blushed heavily at the compliment. Her cheeks were almost as red as the sweaty locks of hair sticking to her neck. Suddenly, the bastard rose from her body, resting her hands on either side of the Stark. Sansa stared at the woman above her; ice-blue locked with chocolate brown. Her breath hitched making her chest shudder beneath Mayra's stare.

"What a cute look…" Mayra cackled, causing Sansa to blanch in response. "No wonder Naruto finds you so beautiful."

"A-Are you sure he'll like this? I-It doesn't seem p-proper!"

"Naruto has never been one for propriety." Mayra giggled. Her chocolate brown eyes trailed along Sansa's bare skin, taking in the image of her soft, sweat covered body. "I honestly would have never guessed that you'd have such long legs…"

"Keep saying things like that and I might die." Sansa had suddenly achieved a new shade of red. Mayra giggled softly, eyes trailing along Sansa's bare navel. Slowly she brought her head down, taking one of the girl's taut nipples in between her lips. Sansa's back arched, as a great moan escape her pinks lips. "W-W-Wait…s-stop for a moment…"

"Complaining?" Mayra asked with a raised brow. When the Stark locked with the chocolate orbs, she nearly had a heart attack.

The redhead's eyes nearly popped from her head. "No! J-Just…"

"I was joking!" Mayra collapsed with laughter, nearly falling from the bed. The Stark wasn't amused, raising the blankets to cover her chest. Sansa even went as far as to hurl a pillow at the laughing bastard. "And please, Sansa…just stick with the plan and we'll have a night to remember."

Mayra picked herself up, wiping sweat from her brow. Quickly, she headed towards the table, pouring herself a cup full of wine. Sansa watched her down cup after cup.

"Is it normal to be this excited?" Sansa asked sliding from the bed.

"Yes, it is." Mayra slithered a smile across her face. Sansa's blush continued to grow as she slipped into her clothes. Just as they'd finished re-dressing, the bastard handed the Stark a cup. "Now drink; everything feels better drunk."

The girl took the cup and immediately began to sip. For a moment, the alcohol stung, but after a while, it disappeared and began to flow like water. "I've overheard Lord Tyrion saying something similar." Sansa piped.

"Well…he's always drunk; that's why he's always happy." The bastard lover laughed. She sighed softly and "Now all that remains is to wait."

Naruto stood before the door, sweat building on his brow. He'd run into Arya along the way and was told that Mayra was talking with Sansa in private. In all honesty, he didn't know what to think of this. He'd sent Mayra to simply talk to the two Starks, not engage in full conversation or possible interrogation! Well, Naruto thought once more. He didn't explicitly say she couldn't converse with the Starks – Oh what is he doing. The blond Baratheon threw his palm to his forehead in frustration. Sweat drenched his hand in an instant.

Well…there's no use in waiting any longer… Naruto took a deep breath, pressing his sweaty palm against the door-handle. He was tentative for some reason; his senses were on edge, fully expecting something horrible to have happened. But once he pushed, he found that the door wouldn't budge. Naruto frowned, pressing his weight against the door and immediately got worried. If they're just talking, why lock the room! I'm really-

Click

Naruto's ears perked. Immediately, the boy backed away, hand resting on the pommel of his arming sword. He stared at the door with a bit of worry spread across his face. Suddenly, the door swung open revealing an empty room with a few empty chalices. Puddles of wine were dashed across the table and floor with empty cups lying on the floor. The bed was undone, linens and blankets lying skew, Naruto could only assume the worst. Mayra was a spy and he was certain she had some enemies still lying about the Red Keep.

If Mayra's own skills were of any merit, he couldn't even fathom the skill the rest of her spy companions could muster. There was no sign of struggle when he entered the empty room. If her enemies had come and taken them, they were indeed, the best bloody spies he'd ever seen. Slowly, the Baratheon drew his blade, bringing about six inches of the blade to be seen. He ventured deeper into the room, coming across one of the bedside tables, scanning the image of empty wineskins and crumb covered plates. Sansa and Mayra must've had a feast while I was planning our defense…wait. What is that?!

Immediately, the Baratheon shot around, sword in hand. The bright and freshly forged arming sword glimmered beneath the light of the setting sun. What he saw though, sent shivers up and down his spine. Shock took over and the grip he held over his sword diminished. Within seconds, the blade fell free from his grasp, clanging and ringing against the stone-tile floor.

"I was wondering when you'd come along…Naruto."

He shuddered against her breath. It tickled with a strange warmth, sending his heart to soaring heights. He could feel her arms snake around him, clasping him in a soft, yet vice-like grip. It was Mayra. Without question, she placed soft kisses against his neck, sliding her hands to the latches of his armor. All of this while Sansa watched. The Stark had a blank expression, almost impossible to read. Mayra wasn't playing. The girl's hands unclipped his cape, letting it fall to the floor and immediately unclasped his pauldrons, letting them crash against the stone-tiles.

As more articles of armor fell from his body, Sansa's face descended into different shades of crimson. It wasn't long before he was free of armor, standing before the two women in nothing but his gambeson and leather breeches. Somehow in the sensual ecstasy, Mayra had managed to remove his boots as well. Blue eyes scanned the room, expecting all of this to be some sort of trick. He came here wanting to speak with Sansa, not get sexually aroused-

"Wait, Mayra…" Sansa whispered, shutting every lock on their door. "Let me help…"

His sapphire eyes sprang from his head as his heart sprinted. His body tensed when Sansa slid the garments from her body, leaving a stylized, obviously sewn by Sansa's hand, chemise. It was silky and flowed down to her knees, covering much of her body from sight. His throat dried immediately. Eyes trailed up and down her lengthy legs, admiring every inch of her cream-like, porcelain skin. Despite her blushing face; it did nothing to detract from the sixteen year old's vibrant ice-blue Tully eyes. He was shaking, having never seen Sansa like this before.

"Naruto…" She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Don't be afraid…"

Mayra's arms slithered down, rummaging against his belts and breech laces. Naruto began shaking as a sudden cold wrapped around him. He could feel his undergarments tightening as he grew. It wasn't long before the virgin of the three took notice, tracing her right hand down his chest and upon his growing member. Naruto shuddered at the touch.

"W-What is going on…?" Naruto's eyes slowly shut, relishing in Sansa's soft hands wrapping around him. His heart punched his chest, beating with Sansa's pumping action. "P-Please…someone…explain…"

"Don't worry, my prince." Mayra kissed his cheek, turning him to face her. "Before the battle…let us be together…"

All the Baratheon could do was nod dumbly and follow after the brunette. Sansa followed behind, hands pressed against his shoulders. Sansa couldn't help but feel warm all over; she knew he was strong, but feeling the muscles through the padded gambeson only seemed to make her weak in her knees. She peeked over the tall Baratheon's shoulder and noticed Mayra slipping from her own robe and chemise. Unbeknownst to her, she was licking her lips. It seems we're moving ahead of schedule…oh you dirty woman, Mayra!

Sansa quickly turned Naruto around, to find his scarred face bore nothing less than a dreamy, bashful look. Poor teen looked brain dead. She threw her hands against his chest, untying the various laces and straps with near perfection, feeling her mind was on fire. It wasn't long before she'd completely thrown his gambeson in some random direction, revealing his scarred, muscled torso beneath. Before Sansa could say anything, Mayra's arms wrapped around his body in an instant.

"Now, now, My Lady…" Mayra's voice was playful "We mustn't get ahead of ourselves, just yet."

"But look at him." She cried, crossing her arms over her chest. "He looks like he's in a trance!"

"I-I'd like to say that I'm extremely confused." Naruto piped, pushing away from Mayra's arms. "I came here to speak with Sansa, and here I find that the two of you are trying to rape me."

"Honestly…" Mayra slipped from all of her garments, sliding into the bed. Slowly, she traced her fingers along her brown skin, raising a leg to her chest revealing her ripe and beautiful cunt. Naruto's heart nearly stopped when Sansa started doing to same. "I doubt you'd call this rape."

"But…but…" He tried his best to formulate sentences. "W-Why? What are we doing?!"

"We're about to fuck." Sansa replied with a cheeky smirk.

"S-Sansa?!" Naruto's eyes were as wide as plates. "Y-Your words…why are you…I need a drink!"

Sansa looked to Mayra and she looked back to her. The both of them deadpanned at Naruto's response. As sad as it was, the two of them expected this. Sansa was supposed to be the innocent 'little bird' and Mayra was his lover. Now that the two of them were doing this all so suddenly, they were certain that anymore, Naruto might actually die from shock. The nude women watched the Baratheon drink straight from the jugs of wine.

Sansa raised a brow as he gulped through jugs of alcohol, all without stopping for breath. This was almost a complete turn off. She turned to see what Mayra was going to do, but found that the bastard was laying in the bed, staring at the Baratheon's muscled back, brown eyes tracing over his striated muscles. Trailing her eyes down, Sansa realized that Mayra was pleasuring herself, obviously waiting for him to pay them attention.

"Are you serious?" the Stark asked worriedly.

"Quite." Mayra moaned softly. "He's drinking now. He's a lot like his father in that respect…"

"Well I'm not waiting any longer." Sansa shot from the bed, throwing her legs over. As bare as her nameday, the girl rushed over to Naruto, taking the jugs of wine from his hand and slamming it to the table.

"Sansa, what are you doing?!" He growled. "I was drinking that."

The Stark stood her ground, raising a brow to his face. He reached for the jug but the naked woman slapped the hand away, sliding the wine behind her. "You're going to be leading the defense of the city in just a few hours…take some time to relax…"

"And soil your honor?!" Naruto replied, leaning against the table. "No! I can't do that to you! Sansa…I love you…but my heart belongs to Mayra…as it always had. I made a promise to protect you and your siblings to Robb before we left Winterfell…I can't break it. You're married to my brother; I can't do it."

Sansa looked over to Mayra to see the woman was sitting up against the headboard. Her brown eyes were examining the situation with a calculating glimmer. This wasn't expected.

"I've promised Bran to protect you and Arya." Naruto said, rubbing his temples. "When I rotted in the dungeons, bleeding, suffering and writhing with agony…I promised your father that I would protect you; honor, body and soul. Now that you're married to Joffrey…he's probably already taken your maidenhood…you're not mine any longer, Sansa…not now, not-"

Slap!

"You shut up, this instant!" Sansa cried, searing hot handprint still engraved against his scarred cheek. "Enough with your honor…enough with your undying will to protect me…enough for just one night…just…"

"Sansa…" Mayra rose from the bed, eyes filled with worry. "Wait…"

"No. I have to tell him." Sansa looked meek before Naruto, bearing none of the bravado she'd held just before.

"Tell me what?" He rose from the table, looking between the two women. "What are you two on about?!"

"Joffrey didn't force me into marriage…" Sansa responded. "And Joffrey and I haven't consummated our marriage either…I'm still a maiden…"

"I-Is this true?" Naruto whispered, hand rising to cup Sansa's cheek. "But…"

"It's all true, Naruto." Mayra smirked, coming to rest a hand on Sansa's waist. "She's still a virgin."

"But what about the marriage?!" Naruto asked, trying his best to come to terms. "W-What about all that I was told?"

"Our marriage is still nullified." Sansa frowned. "But Joffrey was so consumed with jealousy of you, he rode off to war the second you'd left for your personal fortress. I talked him into marrying me because I thought I could save my father…and you. I do not profess to know what you feel…but I know I love you."

"When I saw my brother return with you…" Sansa felt her eyes begin to water. "For a year, I hear nothing from you or my brother. For a year, I live in fear of the Royal Army. For a year, I miss you, cry for you, wishing you were here to hold me like so many dark nights we shared together. When I saw the two of you return, I knew that I didn't deserve you. A year passes and I have forgotten all you've done for me and my family; a year passes and I've done nothing to show my appreciation…all I ask…accept me."

"Naruto. Sansa and I spoke of this before you came." The bastard smiled. "I'm fine with it."

"But…what if she gets pregnant?!" Naruto asked worriedly. "What if she gives birth to a bastard-?"

"Then marry her. You can easily force Joffrey to marry Margaery. We still need to talk about that as well." Mayra replied with a smile. "Also, Sansa is the highborn between me and her."

"But what of you?! I can't leave you! I made a promise that I would be yours!" Naruto asked with eyes even larger than before. "What if you get-?"

"Oh stop whining like a kitchen wench and let us fuck you already!" Mayra shouted, impatience growing with each word that fell from the Baratheon's lips. "It's not every day a man doesn't have to pay to fuck two women!"

He shot back, arms raised in defense. "Alright…but we're going to talk about this after the battle…" His reply was meek, but his response was the very thing they'd hoped for.

Once again, his breeches tented, but they could see the member push against his laces, slowly loosening the breeches on his own. The two girls looked at one another, pulling the Baratheon along, pushing him into the bed. Mayra went to quick work, pulling his breeches down, letting his member to stand fully erect. The sun was fleeting and if they were going to have some real fun, they were going to have to be quick with the foreplay.

"M-Mayra…" Naruto moaned the moment he felt her lips wrap around the head. Lips softer than silk, the prince shot his hips forward, nearly choking the bastard in the process. Before he could moan out, Sansa's lips; lips he hadn't kissed in more than a year, met with his.

It exploded throughout his body, filling him with a tingling electricity. His tongue shot forward, battling with Sansa's, all the while, Mayra continued taking his member between her lips. She slurped and slobbered all over him, even spitting on him before continuing as she was before. In his mind, all he could think was nothing short of fire. Between Sansa's lips and Mayra's tongue, he knew he was going to die. He groaned against her actions, relishing the feeling as she took him deeper into her mouth.

"Well…" Mayra smirked, pumping his member. "Are you prepared for the main course?"

There were times when the Stark would wander, thinking of how everything had changed. Be it for better or for worse, he was always thinking and rather confused. They had a good thing happening in King's Landing, far better than when his father was still alive. He frowned. He knew he shouldn't say such things, but he couldn't deny the truth. While his father did a good thing for the time, this, this interesting turn of events, had been the most exhilarating time of the Stark's life.

He learned to fight, learned to kill and even found love. The auburn haired Stark watched the woman walk barefoot against the waves of the Blackwater Bay. She'd just returned from her mission with Gendry. The Stark felt that she was completely oblivious to his looks. Sure she was a few years older than him, but he'd never felt so attracted to a woman before. Her short cropped hair and thick lips only seemed to make his heart race with each passing second in her presence. Whenever she looked at him, he could feel his heart beat heavier.

Her chest was voluptuous with wide hips. She had slender legs and such beautifully smooth skin. But sadly, the Stark felt he was too young for her. Maybe in the beginning when they were in Tumbleton, she showed small ounces of attention, the Stark didn't know how she felt of him now. For the last six months, they'd been together; they talked, fought and bled together and now, the only time they had the closest thing to peace in the last month, she hadn't given him the time of day. He was worried that he'd done something wrong, when in fact it was the exact opposite.

Mya watched him, blue eyes hidden behind her bangs. She looked at him with wanting eyes, shimmering as bright like the surface of the bay. He was strong, despite his age. He was tough, despite his age. He was so many things, despite the age and Mya couldn't help but admire him. Even though she tried to change her personality, Brandon Stark still would not openly tell her how he felt.

With the new purpose with her brothers and sisters in arms, she'd chosen to leave her lusty personality behind for a more respectful and commanding one. She was many things in the Vale, travelling back and forth across the rocky lands and mountainous terrain. Mya mused, she was a guide leading trains of mules. At one point, she was even a knight's lover, giving her maidenhood to him in hopes of marriage. She frowned, she was always quick to love those who would never love her; truly love her.

Mya felt like she was dying inside, watching the Stark from the corner of her eye. When Mychel took her maidenhood, he tried to keep contact with her, but she knew their romance would not move past what it was. She was a bastard and he was highborn. She knew it wouldn't be long before he would be knighted and yet, she fancied the thought of a future. She knew it was false and yet she put herself in that position. Heartbroken and lost, she found herself slowly falling for the Stark that was so much younger than her.

He protected her with little regard for his own life at times. He always watched her and it helped that Summer was practically in love with her. He always sniffed her, kissing her hands with large, lapping licks. She was slightly disappointed that Summer was not here with the two of them. He was probably playing with Lady Soresha. Mya shuddered softly, imagining how the two massive animals played. Summer managed to grow to the same height and size as Lady Soresha in the last year, almost even allowing Bran to ride on his back.

And once again, the bastard's thoughts rested on a nobleman that she has no chance with.

"A-Are you ready, S-Sansa?" Naruto shivered as cold winds brushed along his nude back. "It'll hurt at first…"

Sansa gave the Baratheon a meek look, turning to face Mayra, almost as if she was asking for the woman's consent. Mayra smirked and gave the Stark all the affirmative she wanted. Sansa gave Naruto a silent, nervous nod. Her arms rested at her sides as the Baratheon spread her legs. Their foreplay had outlived its service and now; they were fully prepared for the main course. Mayra rested Sansa's head in her lap, reaching out to lead Naruto to the Stark's nether regions.

He was tentative, feeling her juices ooze free from her virgin opening. It flowed about, covering his member. It was warm to the touch, tingling his nerves. He was so close. Mayra's left hand reached out, tracing along Sansa's cunt, slowly spreading the lips to reveal the tight hole the Baratheon had to spread. He could see the hymen, the entrance just waiting for him. It's now or never…

Naruto groaned, pressing the head against Sansa's entrance, shredding her hymen. The woman squealed, throwing her arms around his back. She clenched her jaw, feeling tears trickle down her cheeks. It was an amazing sensation, filling her body with both pain and a tingling electricity. Like lightning, the shock exploded all around her body, sending shivers up and down her spine. No thoughts, only passion, the Stark dug her nails into his back as he spread her walls.

He stopped when he'd come at least an inch. Sansa shuddered at the feel. Never had she felt something like this. Nervous and cold, the Stark cracked her eyes open, only to be met with the glowing sapphire blue orbs her Baratheon lover had for eyes. Suddenly, her eyes shot open; this felt insane! The closer his body pushed against her, the more the pressure build; and the more the pleasure built. It was strange; it felt like something was throbbing within her, like a separate heartbeat. Just as she felt the pressure couldn't get any greater; she could feel his body pressing against her.

"Sansa…" He lowered his head, placing soft kisses against her neck. "It only gets better from here on out…"

"Ech." Arya blanched. Her arms rested against the crenels of the battlement watching over the stony coast of Blackwater Bay. The night had fallen and the sky was black with the stars glimmering in the night. On the coast, her brother was courting a woman with flowers and pointless things. Arya had to say that the girl had an interesting choice in attire and hair style.

But the fact that her brother decided that finding love is a thing on his list, made her want to puke. She was happy her brother had found someone that would like him or maybe even love him, but why look for love now? Arya scowled; she wanted to be with Naruto and Fox Company fighting, like she'd been training with Syrio Forel to do. For a year, she'd swung needle and wooden training swords to near perfection; to the point the Braavosi felt that they didn't need his help anymore. That their lessons were done.

If the First Sword of Braavos believes that to be true, then how else can someone like her display her skills? All she wanted was to walk in the footsteps of Visenya Targaryen and Nymeria of the Rhoynar. Arya found Tommen bearable and Gendry quite attractive, but she preferred Needle and armor. She'd prefer a shield and mail over a lord or knight or prince or lover. She frowned once more, watching her brother press his lips against the woman. They embraced each other like lost lovers, making the Stark truly gag.

"Seven hells." Arya cackled. "Come, Nymeria…let's go have some fun before the battle."

"And that's how we escaped Storm's End!" Lady Taerina declared, slamming her tankard into the table.

Lannister men and Royal Army troops jumped at the sudden action. Whores, soldiers and squires cheered for the Battle Companion's story, almost begging for more. Lady Taerina released a powerful guffaw, shouting for more wine, much to Ser Delran and Lady Brienne's surprise. Lady Soresha and Summer rested at her sides, like shepherd dogs in the fields. Fox Company was easily distinguished by their more orange and white armor.

In this large open air tavern, men and women laughed and drank together, sharing their stories from the war. Of course many people were curious of Fox Company's exploits in the South. The newer members had heard of their heroics against the Reach/Stormlands alliance and wanted to hear the stories from those who were actually there. Lannisters shared their stories of their time fighting the North; there was an interesting story of how a Lannister levy witnessed the near death of Lord Tywin Lannister at the hands of Naruto's friend; King Robb Stark.

Lady Taerina watched each and every man, examining their eyes and body language. While she was no guru when it came to reading people, when men were drunk, the task became a lot easier. It was no matter; they had a battle coming soon, and if the black night they had tonight was any indication; this battle will be great. Many of these men and women will not live to see the dawn break across the sky. Taerina frowned, sipping at her wine, taking in the image of Bronn, Lord Tyrion's personal sellsword and former Lord Commander of the city watch before Naruto was placed.

The sellsword nodded at the woman and took a few tankards from some shit-faced levies. Brienne raised a brow at the sellsword and immediately scowled when he winked. A cheeky bugger, he was. Ser Delran though could already sense the awkward tension building between the men and women. Before he could make a move to calm the tension, any effort was thrown out the proverbial window in an instant.

All heads turned to see Sandor Clegane, commonly referred to as the Hound. His stumped left arm and shield eternally strapped to his arm had become almost as much of a defining feature as the burn marks spread across his face. He spared no one a look, glance or smirk. Speeding past the growing crowed, he stole another levy's tankard and immediately went to gulping the contents like he was parched in the sands of Dorne.

"I'd like to ask, Lady Taerina." Sandor chided through clenched teeth. "Who do you really serve?"

Soresha and Summer looked up, dark looks across their faces. The Tiger barred her teeth while Summer hunched his massive back preparing to launch forward. Taerina though, quickly lowered her hands and rubbed the two animal companions behind their ears. Almost immediately, the two calmed, lowering to the ground once more. Levies released breaths they didn't know they were holding.

"I fight for my prince." Taerina smirked. "I fight for Naruto."

"Heh." Sandor smirked gulping at his wine. "I like that answer."

Ding. Dong. Ding! Dong!

The tavern sat silent for gods know how long. Men and women stared at one another without even the slightest breath breaking the stillness. The woman could see beads of sweat, despite the rippling cold, form on everyone's brow. When the bells toll, the battle begins. Her chocolate brown eyes trailed over to her oldest friend and nodded.

"Well then…" Ser Delran rose to his feet. "To arms boys and girls. It's time to defend this city!"

"I-I…" Mya gasped, cheeks burning like fire.

Brandon stared at her with glowing cheeks. "I've been wanting to do that for months…ever since I first laid eyes on you…"

"B-But I'm a bastard…" Mya backed away, feet swishing against the crashing water of the Bay.

"I don't care." Bran reached out, pulling her arm towards him. "I don't care."

"I'm too old for you…" She replied, coming up with excuses.

"Like I said…" He leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. "I don't care…"

Mya's heart raced; she couldn't believe this! Her hands slowly traced to the boy's face, cupping his cheeks. She wanted to say something more, but Brandon kissed her once again. Mya smirked against the action, feeling his tongue pressing against her lips, begging for entrance-

Ding. Dong. Ding! Dong!

The two quickly broke, staring at the massive bell towers of the Red Keep. Their hands subconsciously landed at the handles of their swords. But the two knew what those bells meant.

"It's time…"

"Are you ready, Naruto?" Sansa asked, throwing her garments as Mayra tightened her corset. "The bells have rung…"

"I…" He was hesitant, turning back to face her.

Her face was glowing, almost like a shimmering diamond. "Sansa, don't worry about us." Mayra beat him to it. "We'll be fine…I promise."

"As do I." Naruto took Sansa's hand, kissing the back of it. "We'll return and please, Sansa, make sure Arya stays with you when the battle begins."

The two warriors of the Fox Company's Battle Companions took off to leave the room, Sansa cried out for her blond lover.

"Naruto…" Sansa smiled. "I have something I haven't told you yet. Arya, Bran and I have it. I'm certain Rickon and Robb do too…"

"What are you talking about, Sansa?" Naruto asked with a confused expression.

Sansa smiled. "Take Lady with you…and I'll show you what I mean."

"But Lady isn't combat experienced-" Naruto was interrupted by Sansa's soft, pink lips.

"Just trust me on this." Sansa beamed. "Ours is the Fury, is it not?"

And with that, the Baratheon exited the room, shutting the door as calmly as possible, leaving Sansa alone once again. Her eyes trailed off to the dark coast, finding nothing along the coast. It was no matter; everything will change after tonight.

Everything.

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