A Throne for a King

by gottahavekyuubi

[Dark Fanfic] He defeated Kaguya but in his death, he found that his cycle of rebirth wasn't over. Centuries later, in a land of Seven Kingdoms torn by the maladies of humanity, he finds himself amongst the liars and the cheats. He is Naruto Baratheon, First of His Name and there, a Throne for a King shall wait. SansaxNarutoxDaenerysxMargaeryxOC

30. The Blackwater

Hey! I know; this is a SUPER long chapter!
I did say I was saving my punches for this chapter now did I

Now as requested by a guest reviewer; here's the Houses of the women in the Harem
Sansa Stark of House Stark (Sister to Robb Stark)
Margaery Tyrell of House Tyrell (Sister to Ser Loras Tyrell)
Daenerys Targaryen of House Targaryen (Rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms)

Just to let you know, there's gonna be a lot of POV changes throughout the chapter
So please, bear with me haha; some of the POV changes were experimental
so tell me what you thought haha

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

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Chapter 30: The Blackwater

"I just want you to know that I'm happy you came to see me before the battle." Cersei smiled, slowly sipping at her goblet. "I'm glad we are able to talk more…ever since the war began…" Naruto wanted to feel bad but all he could hear was the soft slurps of wine coming from his mother.

Naruto rolled his eyes. "Mother, can you for the life of us, stop drinking wine for at least a moment?"

Her green eyes glimmered with a vengeful mirth that sent shivers up and down the boy's spine. "You should know better than to get between a lioness and her wine."

"I could have sworn it was between her pride." Naruto replied with a cheeky smirk.

"Oh-ho." Cersei mocking laughed, gulping at her drink. "Just because you've survived for a year at war you think yourself clever?"

All Naruto could do was laugh, taking a sip of his wine. A cup of Dornish Red and a quick bite of tart, Naruto slipped his hands into his gloves, resting his hand against the handle of his newly forged bastard sword. He quickly turned for the door when the horns of Fox Company began to bellow. Before he could leave though, his mother grabbed him for one last conversation.

"Look at you." Cersei smiled, eyeing the blond up and down. Naruto stayed silent, seeing the worry wrought across her features. "A year I don't see you and you've grown taller than me. I still can't believe it."

"I know mother." The Baratheon laughed. "I'm sorry I couldn't write back during the later parts of the last year, we were holed up in Tumbleton and we didn't have much time to-"

"No, no, Naruto." Cersei laughed embracing her son. "I understand. I just wish I was there to see you off last year."

Silence had befallen the two. "To think after his first war, my son would become a distinguished war hero. I am beyond words right now, my sweet."

The Baratheon blushed a light pink tinge at her words. "T-Thank you, Mother."

"Remember your words, Naruto." Cersei's green eyes glowed vibrant in the dim solar.

"Hear me Roar?" He asked, half expecting her to speak with her Lannister heart.

Surprisingly, he was left like a gaping fish. "No, my son. Ours is the Fury. Now go and show that fool, Stannis the Fury of our House."

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The bells tolled with an annoyance he hadn't heard since his youngest sibling, Tommen had been born. That was years ago. The entire keep was in uproar. Men and women ran back and forth through the vermilion halls. Some were servants and handmaidens running for cover, while others were dignified knights and Fox Company levies. Through it all, Naruto could only see red. Anticipation grew with each passing heartbeat. This was the battle that would change the course of the war; while Robb's victory at Harrenhall was great, Naruto was certain the Blackwater would change Westeros.

His boots clapped against the stone steps as he tightened the belts of his bracer. Bran and Mayra fiddled with their armor pieces, tightening belts and laces. Summer and Lady seemed anxious as well. The two were encased in boiled leather armor with steel plates in strategic areas. The prince gave the two direwolves a loving look. Whilst Summer was calm and collected, Lady was practically bouncing on her paws with excitement. Finding their armor exquisite, the prince looked to his own armament. For Naruto, despite the importance of his breastplate and pauldrons, his left bracer was the most important piece of armor for it held Heartsbane within it. While he had the Valyrian steel weapon, he didn't want to bring out all of his cards too soon; that is why he had a new bastard sword forged not too long ago.

Affectionately called 'Fox Claw' the sword might have seemed unremarkable, but it was at least half the weight and twice as strong as swords of similar size. Naruto hoped that he wouldn't have to use Heartsbane at all any time soon. Call it wishful thinking, but Naruto truly believed that he could win without using his abilities either. Stannis was floating into a trap.

Well there goes my shadow clone. Naruto smiled softly. At least I sent one to talk to with my mother. Who knows how distraught she's been throughout all of this.

"Are you ready?" Mayra asked Lady with a small smile, rubbing the direwolf behind the ear. "We're gonna make history tonight girl."

Across the great hall, Naruto caught sight of Sansa Stark, the beauty of King's Landing. She was accompanied by a cadre of handmaidens and one very tall woman donning bronze armor. Behind them, a grumbling teen with a skinny blade marched along with a direwolf in tow. Arya was clearly not happy about this turn of events and despite begging mercilessly, Naruto had denied her any chance of joining the battle; it was too dangerous he said.

"Lord Naruto." Sansa bowed softly. "I will pray for yours and Fox Company's victory tonight, and thank you for having Lady Brienne of Tarth protect me and my sister. She'll be more than enough."

Naruto bowed his head softly, nodding at the tall woman dressed in bronze armor. "While I trust Lady Sansa and Lady Arya to follow my orders, I trust you more, Brienne. Make sure she and her sister stay with the noblewomen. They are a troublesome pair ever since they'd learned how to fight."

"I'll watch over them, My Lord." Brienne bowed her head quickly. "I only ask that you save Stannis for me, eh?"

"Of course, Brienne." Naruto laughed heartily. "Well…now the horns are blaring louder and louder. It's time. Uncle, Brienne, My Ladies. Farewell for now."

"Fox Company! To the Mud Gate!" Naruto roared.

Orange clad warriors and red and gold armored levies cried out a collective huzzah. It wasn't long before Naruto was joined by at least a hundred men and women rushing through the vermilion halls of the Red Keep. Boots and ringing chainmail sung in the hallowed halls. Just as Naruto came to the main gate, the grand doors of the Red Keep sprang open revealing the reserve cavalry of Fox Company.

The night was dark, clouded and frightful. Catapults were loading and bending under their weight. Across the red walls, the bell tower sung with deafening pitch, calling for the city's defenders for the climax. Despite the formations and set patrols, the Red Keep's courtyard looked akin to a peasant's barnyard. Boulders were carted along with ballistae craned up to the parapet.

"Ser Warne!" Naruto cried.

"Lord Naruto!" The hedge knight called back. "The cavalry has assembled, m'lord, we're just waiting for the order!"

Bran ran off untying three horses. Cavalry of Fox Company consisted of mounted men-at-arms, bearing dark orange and black armor and cloaks. There were enough to rush the infantry of Stannis' coastal attack, but there weren't any other gates that allowed a quiet flanking maneuver. For that, he sadly had to wait on Ser Loras and the forces of House Tyrell and the Reach. Naruto frowned and nodded at the Battle Companion, clearly worried by his posture and shaking expression.

"Good! Split your force and head to the Mud Gate to support the backbone of our defenses!" Naruto called. "Mayra, you stick with Ser Jared alright?"

"Last line of defense again?" Mayra questioned. "Naruto, you know I can help-"

"Mayra. We went over this." Naruto shook his head. "Remember your placements! Ser Warne, where're Mya and Gendry?"

"Last I saw, they were already at the Mud Gate helping rocks and boulders get into more accessible places for the ballistae and catapults."

"Alright…" Naruto took the reins from one of the horses Bran unhitched and quickly mounted. "Bran, you're with me, and make sure you keep your helmet on this time."

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"Uncle Tyrion." Naruto crossed his arms over his chest. "What happened to the Royal Navy?"

"I concocted a special plan with the help of the Grand Pyromancer here." The dwarf responded indignantly. "I heard from my agents that you've paid the Pyromancer Guild a visit too."

"I've done my fair share of dealings." Naruto stayed quiet. "I can only guess what your plan is."

"Oh do tell." Tyrion laughed, trying to ease the moment. "Actually, no. Don't ruin the surprise."

"Surprise?" Bran asked, raising a brow. "Enough surprises for one day, for once I'd like a decent answer."

"But that would ruin all the fun, old friend." Naruto laughed.

Across the parapet a contingent of fifty Fox Company archers were stationed, each and every one followed Jalabhar and Bran. Naruto rested his steel gauntlet upon the stone merlon watching the cold waters of the Blackwater rush. The moon was high, glittering the horizon with a white tinge of beauty. Taking a deep breath, the Baratheon took a moment to take in the sight. Before the night will drown in fire and blood, he wanted to remember this wondrous sight.

Glimmering waters rushing against the stony coast as winds picked up from the east. Stannis was lucky, Naruto glowered. The winds were on the Baratheon king's side, ensuring his assault from the coast would come sooner than anticipated. Sapphire blues trailed towards the south, watching the forest leaves rustle in the cold breeze. Dark and foreboding with clouds blocking the moon from sight, Naruto wasn't sure if Ser Loras would make it in time, or if Ser Loras had encountered Stannis's land assault force ahead of time.

"Will we have any reinforcements?" Tyrion asked, resting his hand against the stone merlon. "As far as I know, Stannis has well over one hundred thousand men at his disposal, maybe even more."

"We need not worry of that for now." Naruto replied. "I sent a raven to grandfather imploring him to return to King's Landing as soon as possible."

"Would he answer?" Tyrion asked once more. "My father isn't one to respond simply because someone asks; even if he trusts you. He must have something to gain from this."

"All we can do now is hope he makes it in time." Naruto sighed. "For now, let us worry about the battle at hand and then we can worry about family politics after we win."

Tyrion gave his nephew a smile. "You're certain that we can survive this?"

"Of course, Uncle." Naruto smiled back. "Fox Company can do anything."

"Mighty confident in your army, aren't you brother?"

Naruto and Tyrion quickly whipped their heads towards the source of the voice. "Joffrey? What are you doing here?"

"A king fights with his men, does he not?" The bastard King responded indignantly.

"I thought I told you to stay in your quarters during the battle." Naruto glared. "I can't let you die and explain what happened to Mother."

"I'll be fine." Joffrey glared back.

Naruto narrowed his eyes, blue irides trailing behind the Baratheon king. A contingent of fifty men who wore black colored Lannister armor started filing through and about the defensive positions. "Who are they?"

"You have a personal company, I have my own." Joffrey smiled cheekily. "These among many others were a part of the battle for Crackclaw point."

"Didn't you lose that battle?" Naruto did his best not to laugh. "That scar across your face is a perfect reminder of that fact."

"And that matters why?" Joffrey clenched his fists. "I am the King! I am to fight alongside my men and lead them."

Naruto looked in the bastards eyes, crossing his arms over his chest in defeat. "Fine! If you want to actually die this time, then by all means go right –"

"Don't slander his grace's name to his –"

"Lord Tywin Lannister and Lord Tyrion Lannister, the true Hand of the King and the Acting Hand, have BOTH granted me full permission and unlimited power to defend this city so I choose who and what will be present." Naruto growled menacingly. "I could kill you where you stand and I would still have the complete loyalty of the men present. Your relationship to the king means nothing to me so stand in line and follow my orders to explicit detail or die by my sword here and now."

Joffrey's eyes widened and unknowingly took a step back, images of Naruto's ferocity two weeks prior. Naruto turned to men and women present. "Here we stand at the precipice of victory or crushing defeat. If you want victory then follow my orders and we will all live to tell the tale. I do not care for your allegiance or what you might think of me; all that matters now at this moment, is if you are willing to follow my explicit orders, orders that could and will save your bloody lives through the night and to the break of dawn. Useless heroics will not be tolerated, mindless actions will not be tolerated and most of all, insubordination will not be tolerated."

"My brother, King Joffrey of the House Baratheon may be the king of our Seven Kingdoms, but I am the defender of this city so my word is the law you will listen to!" Naruto drew his sword, garnering a few cries and affirmations from the thousands of Fox Company levies and retainers, scaring a few of the Lannister retainers in red and the black clad warriors beneath Joffrey. "Men, women…brothers and sisters beneath our banners, fight alongside me and we'll send the burning stag back to his hole with the Red Bitch between his legs!"

Joffrey watched the crowd roar in approval, laughing and cheering his name. The blond king walked dejectedly, completely unnoticed by his men and the knights present. The night was too dark, the king surmised. They simply couldn't see him well. Joffrey looked out to the bay, watching the clouds writhe and reshape along the horizon. Men and women cried out his brother's name and screamed victory in quick repetition. He gripped the stone merlon, doing his best to hold back the tears welling in his eyes. He couldn't afford to look weak and shut them, feeling the beating pain against his eye lids.

As the cheers and cries continued like beating drums, the bastard's scar began to burn. It burned like the day the scar was nothing but a festering cut across his face. He leaned against the stone merlon, heart racing within his chest. Hooves rushed past him, tearing into the dirt, kicking mud and blood into his face. He was there; at Crackclaw Point, watching hundreds of men tear each other apart. He was back on the field, fearful of what was to come.

"Joffrey." A hand rested on his ornate lion's head spaulders. "Are you alright…you've fallen silent all of a sudden?"

Joffrey turned to the man and green emeralds met with azure sapphires. What he saw sent shivers up and down his spine. Blond hair fell into a mess, un-brushed and wild. Naruto looked at his brother with a face of worry, an expression that was all too foreign for the King to fathom. Joffrey saw the scars, the scars he'd never intended. But what he truly saw that made him freeze with fear; he saw Robert Baratheon. Suddenly, anger rushed through the bastard's body like a fire spreading through the wilderness. He shot his arm away, gaining a confused look from his brother.

"I'm alright." Joffrey cheekily replied, face devoid of worry and fear. "Just be prepared for the moment when I strike down Uncle Stannis."

Naruto didn't seem convinced but nodded anyway. "We'll see about that, Joffrey. Just remember to follow my orders and you might just live long enough to torture innocent animals."

"Go to hell." Joffrey snickered.

But Naruto was right. Joffrey shook his head, clenching his fists until he was certain he was drawing blood. The Baratheon scion was always right when it came to the matters of warfare. This entire war was a testament to that obvious fact. He watched his brother from the corner of his scornful eyes as he ordered men about, moving siege equipment with his own bare hands alongside worthless, nameless levies; but most of all, he could see the boy he loathed be a better leader than what he could ever hope to be.

He exhaled, turning back to the Narrow Sea, watching the fog and mist flow into the bay. But that wasn't all; he could see silhouettes of what seemed like cogs and war galleys. He narrowed his eyes, examining the noir horizon hoping his vision betrayed him. Sadly, what he saw was his unlucky reality. Barely hidden and half-visible in the dim light of the moon above, hundreds of warships bearing banners colored black by the night were floating into the scene.

Drums… Joffrey's heart beat twice as slow, feeling the rumble rise from the very stone he stood upon. Always with the drums…

Crackclaw Point flashed into his worried mind. The drums and war cries of an army driven by a fervor unseen before. He could see their position growing along the coast as drums beat into the field of battle. Across the emblazoned coast, cogs and warships bearing that accursed banner filled the sea. Joffrey could see them, burning the defenders when he first arrived, he could smell the smoking flesh for miles. Enough… Joffrey shook his mind from his fearful reverie. All around him, men and women shivered as the cold winds grew colder and the drums beat louder. Joffrey could see the banners already; the stag in a heart of fire. He could see their black armor forged in the fires of Dragonstone, imposing against the inferno. He could see his death. I can see my death…

"Steady!" Naruto's booming voice echoed with command and presence. "Be mindful of your thoughts and rein your fear! The battle has not yet begun, so be weary of what your mind tells you!"

Joffrey's eyes shot back at the massive crowd of built orange, black, gold and crimson. Men and women, each one present for reasons of their own had managed to find each other here for the turning point in the war. Destiny calls like no other, Naruto had said to him before the battle. Upon their faces, each bore a story the King could have had no interest in knowing, but nevertheless, he read each and every person he could see. Those of Fox Company were a strange folk, almost none of them were as terrified as the rest of the defenders of King's Landing. What is their secret?

"Uncle, where is the Royal Fleet?" Joffrey asked worriedly.

As far as their squinted eyes could see, ships, cogs and war galleys filed into the bay. Easily over a hundred thousand waited upon that fleet; possibly even two hundred thousand. Their drums beat mercilessly, shaking his body within his armor. Their drums…their drums… He looked to his brother, finding him unfazed by the amassed army in front of him. If anything, Joffrey could have sworn his brother was smiling in the face of probable incoming death. How can he smile in this situation?! How can anyone be excited –?

"Joffrey, I may hate you…but you're still my brother." Naruto rested a hand on the King's shoulder giving him a silent nod. "We still need a king and Tommen is too young to be thrust into that title. I'll be keeping you alive tonight…but if I catch a whiff, a scent of betrayal from your end of this arrangement; all I can say is that accidents happen in the field of battle, am I clear?"

"Crystal." Joffrey nodded back. "But my question remains unanswered! Where is the Royal Fleet – why is there only ONE ship?!"

"Because we only need one ship." Tyrion responded, not even taken a second to give his abhorrent nephew a glance.

"Are you daft?!" Joffrey shouted. "Look out there, there are hundreds of ships and you expect one of our own will fight them off? What kind of fool thinks those are reasonable odds?!"

"Joffrey, shut up." Naruto ordered darkly. "Watch and enjoy; not even I know what's happening."

The ship seemed unremarkable, a cog of simple make. It was as standard as most seafaring cogs went. Strangely, with the triangular bipod sails lowered, the winds were of no consequence against the vessel allowing it free sailing into the bay. Either stroke of luck or destiny, the prince wasn't going to pass this up. Naruto smirked, resting his palms against the stone merlons. Lady, the beautiful direwolf gifted to him as a battle companion by his equally beautiful lover, whined softly. While the direwolf wasn't too fond of the beating drums, she was definitely not entirely fond of the shouting that had just commenced. Pushing that aside, the Baratheon scion had full faith in his companion, knowing full well that she would be just as reliable as Summer always was.

"Don't worry girl; we'll be fine." Naruto scratched the direwolf's ear. "We'll all be fine."

The ship continued on its path, while Naruto only had suspicions of his uncles nefarious plans, this only confirmed everything. His uncle was always a devious schemer. As the ship sailed about, he could see Royal Army retainers jump ship as they grew closer to the Stannis' horde. Giant corks seemingly popped off the stern releasing an all too familiar green substance.

"Wildfire?" Naruto looked down to his uncle with a raised brow. "So that's why you took control of the Alchemist's Guild…"

"And I see you were snooping around beneath my nose and took the rest of it…" Tyrion cheekily replied. "I'm can only assume that your plans were similar to my own, eh?"

"Now, now Uncle." Naruto looked down at the stubby man. "Our plans were quite similar if I do say so myself…but in the end…mine is definitely better."

"Alright, now is the time…" Tyrion pulled himself higher to see over the crenels. "Give the signal."

Naruto took a torch from the Alchemist Guild master who'd somehow showed himself. The prince gave the man a confused look, completely put off by the man's excited demeanor. Shaking his head, the Baratheon hurled the torch over the walls, watching Bronn, the ever loyal sellsword, fire off a burning arrow. He leaned against the merlons, anticipation burning throughout his body. In the distance he could have sworn he heard a man cry out Wildfire.

This is it… Naruto breathed softly. This is it!

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"Come on, Ser Andar." Jalabhar whispered in the shuddering night. "Now's the time. Get word to our forward positions to get ready."

"Yes, Ser!" The knight devoid of his glimmering steel armor took off with a few squires at his rear.

Along the coast, the forests that surrounded the bay were dark and melodious with deep synchronization with the beating drums. Jalabhar hadn't heard drums of that rhythm since his time in Essos dealing with R'hllor fire priests and priestesses. Their holy order of knights were the hardest fight he'd had in decades but all of this had the Summer Islander wondering. He could barely wrap his head around the thought. A Westerosi was following R'hllor. It was strange that four weeks prior, he'd encountered the King along with his prince. Now everything that they'd been training and preparing for was at hand.

"Whatever you're thinking of, it is of no matter." Ser Dougras's voice came about. "We're in position on both sides of the bay."

"Make certain the Baratheon King has not sent ground forces through our flanks." Jalabhar responded, garnering a few hushed and silent affirmatives.

Let's make this count. He marched through the underbrush of the black forest, blending with the night. His choice of attire suited their needs.

He jumped back, running against the rocky hill behind him. From his position, he had perfect view of the bay. At least thirty warships had already made it into the bay, breaking past the Royal Fleet's initial defense. The fight was magnificent with massive showers of burning arrows and fiery boulders flying across the Narrow Sea. Jalabhar narrowed his eyes, examining the position on the opposite end of the bay. Men and women were successfully placing the ballistae and mangonels up against the rocky, tree covered areas, making the inaccuracies of such equipment of no consequence; they weren't aiming to be accurate, Fox Company just needed something that could shoot. Mangonels, while horridly inaccurate and a pain to aim correctly, they were quick and easy to construct and load. Jalabhar looked below upon his own side of the bay, watching men and women pulling and winding their catapults and ballistae whilst loading pots and jars of wildfire, the secret weapon of this gods-awful battle.

Out into the expanse of the Narrow Sea, the rest of Stannis' unholy armada awaited, almost two hundred ships sailed into view, hundreds of thousands of men definitely waited to take the city and kill his prince. In the brisk, cool night illuminated beneath the large white moon, the banners of burning stags rushed against the winds blowing in their favor. Awestruck by the sheer number of ships, it was almost inconceivable for the Summer Islander that Stannis could mount an offensive this large and this quickly, but after the heroics of Fox Company and the near impossible things Naruto had already done for all of them, in a year at that, just showed him anything, even the enemy gaining a force beyond counting was fair game to be reasonable.

The loyalties of Westerosi are laughable. Jalabhar surmised. Remove their king, they forget all ideas of freedom and free thought. Shameful.

"How're the catapults?" Jalabhar asked, eyes still planted on the growing fleet in front of him. He was responded with silence. Not even the chaffing of rope and creaking of the bronze mangonel gears filled his ears. "How're the -"

His eyes widened and instinct kicked in. He quickly dropped to the ground, crushing the leaves and twigs beneath his muscled chest. Strangely enough, the black armored Dragonstone levies hadn't heard him. Fox Company levies lay dead against the tree trunks and the very siege weapons they'd created. Jalabhar slowly pulled his bow from around his torso. Staring at the opposition, there were no more than fifty of them and they were hell bent on taking their own secret weapons and turning it against the city.

"Shit." Jalabhar whispered. "Where are the knights when I need them?"

Suddenly, an arrow whizzed past his ear, embedding into the chest of a seemingly, Dragonstone serjeant. His shout of pain echoed into the silent forest, riding with the song of beating drums. Jalabhar shot to his feet bow drawn and arrow nocked and ready. A crossbow bolt shot past his ear, forcing him back behind his tree. To his rear, a Fox Company archer howled in pain, rolling down the slope of the rocky hill. The men of Dragonstone cried out orders drowned in the echoes of war. Jalabhar looked at the corpse as it rolled down the hill. Sighing softly to himself, he knew that the warriors of Dragonstone hadn't calculated the skill of Summer Islanders and the darkness of night.

He released his first arrow, embedding the projectile through a levy's eye. Quickly nocking a second, he dodged a few crossbow bolts, narrowly escaping a painful death. Turning back to the levies, he released his arrow, it's fletch whistling against the air. He watched as a second levy fell dead before touching the ground. Taking calculated shallow breaths, he knew better than to aim too long at his opponents. Jumping forward, whisking through the night like a spectre, he drew two arrows at the same time, killing two more with absolute success.

Men were running around, confused and shouting orders. Ironically, their cries were muffled against the booming thunder of their own drums. Rocks and dirt shuddered beneath their never ending song, even Jalabhar and his nerves of steel began to shake beneath the volume. With so many drums beating to the same rhythm, Jalabhar could barely think. He rested against a new tree trunk, feeling bolts and their fletch whistle past his armored legs. They bounced off the stone ground, rocking and ringing into the night.

Damn this. He turned, drawing another pair of arrows, firing off into the wild night. Distant thuds rang into his ears, catching him off guard. Jalabhar took a moment, following the beat of Stannis' war drums. He couldn't tell if he killed them or not if he followed the beat. Armies using Essosi military doctrines tended to be lockstep and or use drums to drill their forces into military machines. Jalabhar knew this almost as well as Lady Taerina did. Being a mercenary for a time in Essos taught him many things of their tactics, which made him even more confused. A Westerosi acting almost entirely like an Essosi. It was unheard of.

Once more, like clockwork, he drew his bow. Breaking the beat, two bodies fell. He looked through the forest, hoping reinforcements would come, but there were none that he could see. The shouts of the levies were suddenly beginning to sound awfully close. Jalabhar rested his head against the tree, awaiting the eventual duel with blades.

Suddenly like a death wish come true, a broad-axe swung for his head. He dodged the weapon by a mere inch, losing parts of his black feathered cap. He turned in the dirt and twigs, reaching over and pulled the levy to the ground, shoving a knife into his gut. Behind him another levy raised his broad-axe above his head, ready to strike, but like the Mountain, Jalabhar, despite his muscles and size, he was quick like a ghostly wisp. The axe head dug into the levy's corpse, lodging into the bone.

Without a second thought, the Summer Islander shot forward, tackling the man, landing punches and elbows against the black steel burgonet. The levy cried out, begging for mercy, but the beating drums and music of war drowned him out. Without thinking, the Summer Islander drew the levy's knife and slashed his chest, digging the short dagger through his thin flesh. He tore at the sternum, breaking the bone and ripping his skin apart. The man didn't stop screaming until Jalabhar had made certain that his chest lay practically flayed. Smiling at his handiwork, he rushed down the side of the rocky hill, ready to meet his now, smaller enemy.

The first took notice of him, swinging his sword like a hapless fool. He caught the man's arm, twisting it, digging the dagger into his chest, taking the air from his lacerated lungs. Tossing the man aside, he rushed ahead, kicking one behind his leg, slicing his throat clean, all the while hurling the knife into the side of another levy. Jalabhar heard a series of clicks in the pauses between beats. He dashed forward, grabbing the screaming levy and tore the knife from his side. Used as a human shield, the levy took the bolts instead.

Fools have no discipline. Jalabhar shivered as the bolts punctured the man he held hostage. His screams were no more and his body fell limp. In between beats, he could hear the crossbows clicking and winding. It was his chance! Westerosi and their obsession with technological advancement left most armies with crossbows.

While they dealt more damage and bolts flew faster, they took forever to load; leaving men like Jalabhar with ample time to deal with them. He jumped through the forest, digging his foot into the first crossbow levy, shooting him into the ground. The man groaned, leaving Jalabhar certain he'd broken a few of the levy's bones. He turned back, grabbing the next crossbowman, shoving his dagger into the man's gut, slashing outwards. Spilling his intestines to the ground, the levy's shrill scream caught the attention of the rest of the Dragonstone levies.

Wildfire! Steer clear! Steer Clear!

They cry came from the bay. Jalabhar whipped around, eyes wide with surprise. No…It can't be. It's too early!

Brown eyes followed the lone Royal Fleet ship sail in between the Dragonstone fleet, completely uninhibited. Following it's aft, a long trail of green substance wallowed into the saline waters. Jalabhar suddenly froze, uncharacteristic of him and suffered the consequences. A crossbow bolt shot through his shin, eliciting a deep roar.

As he collapsed, the last thing he saw was a small flaming arrow, sailing through the starry night sky.

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"My lady Arya…" Brienne sighed. "I understand your anger towards the prince, but he is doing the both of you a favor."

"I'm not a lady." Arya grumbled. "I am a fighter, like you Brienne! The both of us should be down there at the fronts with my brother and Naruto, swords in hand and a shield in the other! This is insulting."

"Arya." Sansa frowned. "Stop it. You were nearly raped the first time we were in a battle."

"If you hadn't noticed, Sansa." Arya quickly responded. "We weren't masters of our craft at the time; now we are. A few rapers are nothing to me. Dragonstone footmen probably aren't any better than common rapers if we're locked in here for fear of rape, eh? We could and can handle anyone and anything that comes our way. Why can't you see that? Why can't anyone see that?!"

Noblewomen and handmaidens looked at Arya with disdain and discomfort. Her boisterous attitude hadn't changed once since she was brought to King's Landing. While her marriage to Tommen was a main reason for her presence in King's Landing, she was also sent for the sole purpose of learning to be a noblewoman, and with that came the proper mannerisms. Like the wild-wolf she was, she didn't care; let the women and ladies of King's Landing say their piece, Arya never cared for their lady-like opinions. Tommen obviously didn't mind it and often enjoyed her banter with guards and weak-minded squires in the capital. Better yet, the Queen herself, Cersei, was of the same opinion as her youngest son. Arya acted the way Cersei had always wanted to when she was a child.

Speaking of the Queen, she sipped her wine like she always did, but also softly caressed the large direwolf nestled at her feet. Nymeria hadn't lost any love for the woman since the year had past, and Arya was relieved. Cersei even gave the Kingsguard dark looks when they asked if they could remove the burly creature. The queen had even threatened a few of the more distraught noblewomen with being thrown out to the rabid soldiers if they gave Nymeria looks that she or Lady Arya didn't approve of.

Arya was content at least. Even then, she'd complained every few minutes, wishing she were down at the parapet to hear Naruto's booming speech. From her seat at the window, her grey Stark eyes watched the glimmering steel of swords, spearheads, axes and blazing torches wave in the night. Naruto's wild blond hair stuck out like a sore thumb, even in the night's dark caress. She grabbed the window sill just in time to feel the soft beating of drums echo through the ancient bricks and woodwork of the tower, overshadowing and drowning out the tolling bells of the city below.

"They've come." She whispered breathlessly. "Look! Sansa, Brienne! Look! I-It's Stannis Baratheon's army…"

Across the angled horizon which gave them full view of the bay and a good section of the Narrow Sea, Arya shivered at the sheer number of warships gathered in the body of water. From the parapets that she'd walked just an hour prior, the bay had seemed so large; now, in her high tower and window like a damsel in distress, the bay and the world itself had never seemed so small. The ships, while seeming like a tiny handful, she could feel a foreboding aura radiate throughout her stomach. Almost thirty ships crowded the bay, almost as if the first section of the fleet had come to a disheartening halt. The drums beat harder and the beat had changed, even going so far to shake the chandelier that hung above the center of the tower room. Brienne rested against the sill, forearms crossed and eyes locked with the defenders of the Mud Gate. As the beating war drums and tolling bells and war cries echoed and ravaged the air, Brienne turned to the young Stark with a brow raised, already seeing doubt and fear in the girl's posture.

"Are you absolutely certain that you want to be down there?" Brienne asked. "Look upon the field; there are no more than five thousand defenders of this city; and with Stannis's forces, there could easily be tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of men gathered upon that terrifying armada of warships. Each and every one of them have experience fighting in the war. I've fought them before and they are more than just rapers; they're veterans with more skill than you think…"

Arya was silent, eyes slowly trailing up to the tall war-maiden, almost entranced with her words. "I-I don't know…"

"I figured as much." Brienne sighed. "War is not a game and it is definitely nothing like the songs portray. When you're down there…the world seems smaller and the hope for glory and riches or anything for that matter, flies out the window. There is no glory; no riches; no fame. There is only death and those who're waiting in line to be taken-"

"Not today." Arya whispered.

Brienne gave the girl a confused look. "Excuse me?"

"Not today." Sansa repeated with a strong voice. "Our Braavosi dancing-master taught us that."

"What do we say to the god of death?" Arya asked Brienne. "Not today!"

Arya's eyes trailed slowly down towards the bay, eyes welling with hot salty tears. "I've been separated from my family with only Sansa as my constant reminder that my family is not broken…I want to be down there to fight alongside my brother, to remind him that he is not alone…Robb has Mother…and I can't even begin to imagine how Rickon feels, left alone at Winterfell…"

Sansa was given a worried look from Cersei and Tommen, both having never seen Arya act in such a vulnerable way. Arya continued, talking to the war-maiden of a stranger about how she'd felt. Many of these emotions, not even Sansa had heard. The ginger Stark gave the two royals the same look of similar confusion. Arya had never spilled her true feelings to anyone and she was spilling her life story to Brienne, a war-maiden that she barely knew. Arya continued to speak, gaining a few sympathetic looks from the noblewomen present. Cersei stared at the young Stark, placing her chalice down.

"I've been rambling about rubbish haven't I…?" Arya rested her chin against the window sill, eyes still planted on the incoming battle below. "Your Grace…how many ships are in the Royal Fleet?"

"No more than twenty are stationed here in King's Landing…why?" Cersei gave the young Stark a confused look.

"Then why is there only one ship heading towards Stannis's fleet?" Arya asked, pointing through the window.

Cersei rose from her seat for the first time that night with an unreadable face plastered. The speed in which she did, made Nymeria jump in surprise. The Queen rushed worriedly over to the window holding her skirts, making sure she didn't trip and fall. If the Queen left her wine, the noblewomen and Sansa knew that something was amiss. Curiosity seeped in and Sansa rose to her own feet as well, but in a calmer and more reserved fashion and briskly headed to the window just in time for the horrific light show.

She could see it; the thick green translucent fluid muddied the rolling waves of the Blackwater. Staring at the foreign liquid, she was almost certain it was glowing. It spread across the bay, latching onto ships, coloring their keels an ominous ethereal green. The ship continued along undisturbed making Sansa even more confused. It was almost as if the ship was unmanned and the Dragonstone commanders were at a loss of what to do. The noblewomen though were entranced, intrigued even, by the sudden commotion of the Starks and their Queen Regent. They too rose to their feet, slippers dragging against the ornate Volantene rugs and carpets and red stone floors. Like a miniature and dainty stampede, they clamored to see the battle from the remaining windows.\

Throughout the night, cold winds had blown. The strength of the winds reminded her of her dearly loved home of Winterfell. They were numerous, never once losing their strength since the break of dawn. Once dusk had fallen, the winds picked up, changing direction blowing from the east. Sansa even had to change dresses to accommodate the change of weather. But for some reason; the winds had stopped. Not a gust, not a breath and most certainly not a song. The air had fallen silent as if Westeros herself had decided to hold her breath in wait of the battle.

As she fell victim to her anxious muse; a lone burning arrow arched into the sky, bringing with it, a trail of almost invisible smoke. What in the Seven Hells are they planning-?

---

"Brace yourselves!" Naruto cried, gripping the stone merlon.

The arrow had met its mark. In an instant, the Wildfire ignited. Reactions after reaction occurred before the Baratheon, and now he knew why the alchemical abomination got its iconic name. Within moments, battlements across the old and beaten parapet, shook and rumbled and even the Mud Gate itself began to loosen its hinges. As the Wildfire spread, light unlike any seen before seared into Naruto's eyes. Joffrey shot his hand up in an attempt to ease the pain but there was no comfort to be found. Bran shot his head down, hiding behind the merlon. But from the light came silence. All around him, the battlefield had fallen deaf. Bells no longer tolled and the abhorrent drums had stopped beating their incessant tune.

Joffrey had stopped shouting and Tyrion stopped with snarky remarks. The rumble of stretching ropes and creaking gears had fallen silent. In the wake of the sudden light, Naruto was blind and deaf to the world around him. With light such as this, no man was strong enough to withstand; he'd fallen victim.

And from the light came the fire.

Explosions roared through the silence, like a lion reminding his pride. It shredded through his eardrums with a high-pitched squeal leaving a screeching ring in its wake. The Wildfire was immediately replaced with a green inferno. As it rose and spread, eating away at Stannis' fleet, fires rushed out in all directions eating away at the fleet and forests surrounding the bay. He held onto the merlon with all the strength he could muster, fearful of the growing tidal wave of fire. The winds had returned, thrice as strong and devoid of winter's cold, tearing the helmets from some of the levies present and even shredding a few of the banners from their stakes. Wind as strong as this had killed the fires of their torches leaving the only light that was the ominous, yet ethereal emerald that the raging Wildfire had birthed.

Boiling water and burning planks from Stannis's fleet rained upon the defenders of King's Landing, but most were undeterred. In the midst of it all, Naruto stood tall, doing his best to remain the image of victory. Bran struggled to keep his wits about him, shivering beneath the sudden contrasts of temperature. At his sides, Mya and Gendry stood with bows in their hands, ready for whatever their enemies brought forth upon them. But that didn't mean they weren't afraid; Gendry shivered in his armor and Mya seemed to be shedding soft tears. Even with Fox Company and Naruto alive and well, nothing in this situation made him feel any better. From their safe distance on the parapet, they could still hear the screams and howls of burning men out in the once beautiful bay as if they were there themselves burning alongside them. Even the ever loyal and strong-willed direwolf Summer was struggling beneath the apocalyptic terror.

The prince gripped the merlon, feeling the stone crush and powder beneath his chakra enhanced grip. He can hear them screaming, begging even, for the release of death. They were running back and forth like rolling balls of fire. Ships sunk into the bay with fires still raging, reminding Naruto that this was the plan from the start. Like he'd come to assume, men threw water upon each other but Wildfire is not so easily put out. Unlike any feeling before; he could feel regret burning, churning even, within his stomach. Bringing super weapons such as these to the battlefield would do a good job at breaking the enemy's morale as well as his own, this wasn't a war; this was a massacre. He looked out onto the coast, hoping that the Wildfire hadn't burned their positions and most of all; he'd hoped his uncle's plans didn't get his friends killed.

As much as he wanted to send a forward scout party to search for his friends, he knew none of that mattered right now; what did matter was that he needed to press the attack. Stannis didn't know about his own Wildfire emplacements, and Naruto was certain Stannis thinks this is all we have to use to defend the city. Giving Bran a look of uncertainty, he could barely meet the Stark's terrified eyes. The squire's hands shook softly, and much to the prince's surprise, he already had an arrow nocked and ready.

"Naruto…whenever you're ready to give the signal…" Bran said breathlessly. Now that the heat had receded, the cold had returned wrapping his damp body in its piercing embrace.

Across the parapet, men of Fox Company were shivering, shell-shocked by what they'd had the luck of witnessing. The stones and boulders shook and rumbled in the cranes and catapult bowls. Naruto knew Wildfire was powerful, but he never once deemed it necessary to think of the beauty and terror it could cause his own troops, a folly he'd noticed too late. He looked back to find Lannister men and Joffrey's own men just as fearful. In the rear, Sandor Clegane and his stumped hand and eternal shield, was shaking visibly, horrified of the emerald flames.

But once the fire disappeared and the green light had subsided, Naruto realized that the drums hadn't stopped. The drums continued beating sending fear into the hearts of the weaker men. He heard their words of self-doubt and anxious excuses they told themselves. He could hear their confusion and anger. He knew how they felt and it angered him far more than any of them could imagine. Naruto only knew that he felt the same and that in itself angered him even more. The fool Stannis was always a bull when it came to getting things he wanted, even at the cost of thousands of his own men in the process.

The prince had heard enough stories of how Stannis was in his younger days, spewing justice and self-righteousness in all forms. But to sacrifice countless numbers of his own men for the sake of springing the trap was a whole new level for the prince. The cruelty the man held within made him sick to his stomach. To think that he was even thinking, or even fancied the thought of alliance with a man such as that, came to him served on a plate of irony. As it was, Naruto could see his uncle climbing down the cargo ropes with men following after him, fearless and burning with fervor. Like a plague of darkness, men clad in noir armor climbed after him, jumping into longboats. Spears, swords, axes and banners glimmered in the fiery night, coloring the once glimmering emerald night with a palette of empty darkness.

"Give the signal…" Naruto frowned, gritting his teeth at the foolishness of his uncle. "Fucking give the signal! Drown the Blackwater in Wildfire!"

Uncaring with his tone, Naruto gripped the merlon, turning the corners of the merlon into powder, catching his two relatives off guard. Despite seeing red, he managed to catch the sound of Tyrion and Joffrey both jumping at his sudden order. They both grabbed Naruto, bombarding him with questions, completely forgetting the battle at hand. The prince couldn't care for their fear and simply paid neither of them the attention they needed. Fox Company levies started chanting and cheering at their commander's roar. He saw nothing but red…now…Naruto wanted nothing more than green. Bran nodded to his blond friend, still uncertain with the order, nocking a new burning arrow and raising it to the sky. Bran gave Naruto a quick look asking for reassurance, receiving a confident nod in response. Drawing the bowstring back as far as he could, Mya quickly stabbed a sponge damp with Wildfire. The two lovers nodded at one another, leaving Bran to release the inferno.

"Here goes nothing…"

---

Like a deep resounding baritone song, the explosions subsided allowing Jalabhar to finally regain his bearings, finding himself behind a boulder half blind and half numb. Above him, Ser Andar was patching up his wounded leg, wrapping it with bandages at varying grips and tightness. The Summer Islander groaned against the sudden pain, wincing when the Hedge Knight finished. When his vision finally cleared and sharpened, what he saw would be engrained in his mind for ages to come.

The bay was covered in a beautiful, yet ominous green hue. Rising into the sky, shrouding the once clear and starry night was a mushroom cloud of the same menacing emerald. Men screamed, running back and forth across the burning decks. Ships had been shredded, torn asunder into the bay as the shockwave continued spreading. Cogs were sinking into the shimmering waters, but the fires were not put out. Heat rose like a soprano's pitch. The keys of the battle's song changed as the racing fire shot outward in all directions. The heat was nothing new to the Summer Islander but either way, the rampaging fires were not welcome. Once it passed, Jalabhar slowly rose, finding that Fox Company had thankfully managed to retake the coast in the chaos of the Wildfire.

More men had filled the position and executed the remainder of the Dragonstone coastal assault. But Jalabhar felt none more terrified. The trees around them had been burned to a crackling black crisp; leaving their secret position bare for all to see. That signal, whatever it was, had better come quickly. He was absolutely certain that their position had been compromised and now that the first Wildfire attack had failed to defeat the majority of Stannis' Fleet. He could only assume that the Imp had concocted the plan without consulting Naruto first. He frowned, knowing that their plans will be futile if communication is not made. It was only a matter of time until the remainder of the invasion sweeps the coasts for their placements.

"Any word from the city?" Jalabhar asked the Hedge Knight. "When will we strike at Stannis?"

"No word as of yet…" Ser Andar frowned. "I'm just as anxious as you, my friend…oh no…men! Defensive positions!"

Jalabhar whipped back around, pain radiating from his bandaged shin. Almost as if common sense had slapped him across the face, Jalabhar sighed, running his hand over her face. Stannis's commanders of the rear sent a preemptive coastal assault. The Dragonstone levies rushing through the coast in force. This time, they were more than just simple footmen and levies; these were men-at-arms. Shields and castle-forged steel, these men were professional soldiers unlike the fifty men from before. Without the signal, this meager thirty member Fox Company defense would fail against this hornet's nest of Dragonstone that they'd managed to stir.

With the lack of most of their trees and leaves, they were left out in the open, illuminated by the glowing aftermath in the bay. Jalabhar had no more places to hide, sans the crates and boulders for their mangonels. He was handed his bow and a new quiver. He gave Ser Andar a confused look, but was pointed at a sizzling quiver of black feathers with arrows broken, snapped and thrown askew. He frowned, running a hand across his face knowing full well that it took ages for him to harvest those feathers back home in the Red Flower Vale.

As the men of Dragonstone advanced upon them, Fox Company drew their swords, braced spears and raised their shields for the incoming melee. Dragonstone roared and chanted like savages as they came upon them. Jalabhar could see it, sweat cascaded down their brows and upon their dew covered cheeks. This was not of the Wildfire's doing, the men were terrified. Many of these Fox Company members present had just recently joined, many of which, the poor Summer Islander didn't even have the honor of knowing their names. But with the battle at hand and lives at stake, second thoughts and regrets couldn't linger; Jalabhar couldn't wait any longer.

Behind the formation of infantry, he gave the remaining archers available a quick look and order, they let loose their arrows, puncturing and killing a few of their targets, but the damage wasn't enough. Once more, Jalabhar gave quick orders, hoping that the commands were received, despite the chaos of the aftermath within the bay. His brown eyes scanned the area, constantly trailing to the floating inferno, terror taking hold from what he witnessed. There were many dead and so many more were still burning in that green, unnatural flame. Their screams contrasted against the clash of swords and shields. The decks of the wrecked cogs and ravaged war galleys were spitting smoke, slowly eaten alive by the calming monstrosity.

"My Lord! The Dragonstone levies have tower shields! Our arrows can't affect them!" A shriek came from a female levy, bringing him back to the battle at hand.

She along with fifteen other Fox Company levies were running low on arrows and sadly, they weren't the best with swords and spears. Some of the weaker men and women cried out breaking formation and some even made a half-manic break towards the city walls as the growing horde of Dragonstone washed upon them. Jalabhar knew how they felt, but words could not leave his lips; words in a situation like this had as much effect as paper to stop a tidal wave. Sighing in defeat, the Summer Islander did what he did best and nocked an arrow, drawing the arrow fletch back, tickling his cheek.

"No man or woman will take a step back until we have lit the bay ablaze!" Jalabhar roared. "Fox Company! Show these Dragonstone cunts how we fight!"

Yes, Ser!

In the dimming green hue of Wildfire, Jalabhar made out the dark burgonet and yellow iron of kettle helmets used by men-at-arms of Renly Baratheon's host. There were orange gambeson and bronze burgonet bearing stag emblem just at the brow. Either color, either helm, they were fighting for the same king; a pretender. Their helmets bothered him, filling him with an anger he thought he'd left at Tumbleton. Nevertheless, with eyes like eagles, he released his arrow sending it flying through the night. Like music to his ears, the arrow punctured a man-at-arms' burgonet with a soft ring, barely processed in the heat of battle.

Each kill seemed to have no effect on the sinister horde of Dragonstone. The Summer Islander quickly strapped his bow to his back, drawing his dark steel scimitar. They were coming close and the fleet was pushing onward. With the green flames of Wildfire calming to that of simple orange, the mental effects would run out soon. He looked back, taking in the sight of the weak red walls along the King's Landing. The banners of Fox Company had finally come to a steady beat, telling him the effects of the Wildfire had all but disappeared, replaced with the breath of nature. He needed that signal.

"Jalabhar…" Ser Andar gave the man a grave look. "We have to release the Wildfire soon. I'm certain Naruto thinks we're dead…"

"Just…wait. I'm more than certain he knows we're still here!" Jalabhar glared. "Now men! Hold the shield wall! No Dragonstone levies are getting to our siege weapons!"

Fox Company held steady, pushing against the savagery of Stannis' men. They swung, and bashed against the tower shields. To no avail, and much to Jalabhar's relief, Dragonstone couldn't make ground. Across the field, from the rocky hill to the singed and burning amber coast, Fox Company held them off with an arsenal of their own tower shields. He turned back, raising his scimitar catching the attention of the archers and crossbowmen present. While the horde fought against Fox Company's stalwart defenders, he ran upon the rock slopes to meet the archers on the hill nearby.

"Archers!" He roared, garnering a few shouts and affirmatives. "Nock!"

Arrow shafts knocked upon bow grips and arrow shelfs. "Archers! Draw!"

Jalabhar gave the field a look, finding pockets and weaknesses in the Dragonstone defense. He blanched at how their force was practically dedicated to nothing but offense. Oh this would be a bloodbath.

"Alright, men!" Jalabhar laughed. "Loose-!"

Boom!

As the arrows rushed past him, smashing against Dragonstone helms and cuirasses. Jalabhar turned back, watching the beautiful cloud of green fire exploding above the ruined forward fleet.

"That's the signal!" A voice came from below. "That's the signal!"

As the shout echoed through the skirmish, some Dragonstone serjeants and levies looked up and each and every one of them, keeping watch of the siege weapons. Almost like fire had been born from within, they rushed against the shield wall, kicking and even jumping upon them in a last ditch effort to break through. Fox Company tried to hold still, but there were just too many. Slash, cut and lunge, men and women began to fall, creating large holes in their defense.

"Ser Andar! Hold the line!" Jalabhar jumped below, leaving his archers under command of another.

He rolled against the dirt, dodging Dragonstone halberds and spears. Shooting to his feet, he jumped over a spear just in the nick of time. With expert grace, he slashed outwards taking the face and life from the Dragonstone levy who dared face him. Spinning like the warriors of his home, he landed on his feet rushing forward towards the first of the siege weapons.

"Ser Andar!" Jalabhar roared. "Now's the time!"

---

Sansa shut her eyes, holding her forearm against her face. The light was unlike any she'd seen before. The sheer intensity of it was unbelievable. Next to her, some of the noblewomen cringed and even screamed at the sudden intrusion. But it was the explosion that nearly sent the fearful women careening to chaos. The explosion resounded like thunder into the seemingly empty night, shaking the chandeliers upon the ceiling and knocking torches from their sconces. Dust fell from the ceiling as cracks formed, tumbling the ancient keep. Arya had never felt such a thing before, feeling winds rush towards the tower blowing the drapes and veils of their dresses, what irked the Stark pair; the winds were hot.

As the light died down, Sansa's jaw hung loose, wordlessly entranced and bewitched, by a sight nothing short of horrific. A cloud akin to mushrooms rose high into the night, bathing the city and glowing bay in an ethereal green. Ships were torn board by board, splinter by splinter, shredded until nothing was left their hardwood frames. Banners had torn from their stakes and men…men were on fire. Across the field, the forests surrounding the bay were ablaze as green flames spread. While the woman wasn't down there, she could only imagine the fear and terror the defenders of King's Landing had sown into Stannis' ranks.

"That was amazing…" Arya looked to her, grey eyes glowed like silver pieces. "Lady Brienne, did you see that?!"

Brienne of Tarth was too shaken to respond to the excited Stark. Sansa narrowed her eyes to the land closing off the bay, having noticed something strange out of the corner of her eyes. While the fires had stopped spreading and stopped eating away at all living things down there; action brewed like barrels of tea in the forests, and with all the flashes of light she could see; while the flames of Wildfire had halted, the battle spread quickly, eerily akin to that abhorrent inferno. There were many small flashes of moonlight reflecting of swinging blades and axe heads. While the defenders of the walls were repositioning, pulling ropes and preparing to follow up with another strike, the positons along the coasts were breaking with each passing second.

"Something's wrong down there." Sansa frowned, resting against the window sill.

"What do you mean?" Arya asked, rising from her seat.

"Down over to the right side of the bay." Sansa pointed through the window. "After the Wildfire exploded, the trees were burned away; there are catapults and ballistae waiting in between trees and boulders."

"Oh…" Arya looked back to the battle, watching flaming arrows fly across the bay and through the forests. "That must be Naruto's secret weapon and strategy."

"How do you know of that?" Sansa asked worriedly.

Arya smirked. "The newer members of Fox Company don't know to keep their mouths shut. They spoke of secret positions and weapons ready for Stannis' assault."

"Whatever it is, I wouldn't…" Sansa paused.

Suddenly, an arrow as bright as the moon itself shot straight into the sky, glowing with an ominous green. A micro-inferno surrounding the projectile like an aura, pulsating like a heartbeat. Like a few minutes prior, the winds had stopped blowing, leaving the world a few seconds of reprise. Stressful, sour seconds passed, and like the ships below, the arrow violently exploded mid-air with a sound similar to the deep baritone of a popping war-drum. An entirely new signal. What in the seven hells is happening here?!

"Sansa!" Arya cried, grey eyes as wide as plates. "Look! The coast, it's lighting up?!"

On both coasts of the bay, small flames of green had suddenly grown. One by one, a new flame was born adding to the terrifying line of imminent and fiery death. While Stannis' fleet flowed into the bay, burning corpses and blazing hulls were pushed aside, split by the imposing and well-constructed bows and hardwood frames. Men dressed in black armor climbed down cargo ropes along the starboard and port side into long boats. There were almost forty longboats already rowing across the fiery bay and there were many more loading up preparing to attack the beach. Like the parasite it is, fear held the Stark with a dark and terrifying caress. With ice blue eyes piercing through the dimly lit tower heights, darting left and right, Sansa was slowly gaining an understanding of what was happening. Ships sailed into the bay, crowding it like never before. She couldn't believe the hapless actions of Stannis' fleet commanders. Sansa stared in disbelief; the commanders had no idea what was coming to them.

And so it truly begins…

---

The Wildfire fell from the sky like a curse from the gods themselves. Rage and hate came with each burning pot as it landed in the bay and upon the new ships entering. Each explosion sent men flying in soaring fits of fire. Like the stories of Aegon's Conquest, the Wildfire had done its job. Hundreds were thrown into the bay, gripping to the life they could feel melt away. Ships exploded from within, ripping their hulls outward. Unlike Tyrion's initial attack, after each pot was shot, another would fly towards a different direction, filling the waters and catching men and ships ablaze.

Within his chest, beating like the war-drums themselves, Naruto could feel the regret growing with each pot thrown into the sky. Each crash and explosion was another reminder of his folly; his folly in bring death of this scale and the swarm of vultures that always come with him. Their screams were different this time; they were filled with a fear deeper than any before. He could hear the hopelessness in their commands and shouts and battle cries. Their morale was waning and their trust in their king was running thin.

It had to be done. Naruto thought to himself. It has to be done.

Pots soared like eagles, rushing through the starry night. Arches of translucent green were thick and festered in the air, filling the nostrils with the distinct smell of burning flesh. Thankfully, Naruto knew that the amount of Wildfire they had managed to get a hold of before Tyrion raided and flooded that cog, they were going to run out soon.

Now all I have to do is wait and make sure Jalabhar can follow through with the plan. Naruto thought to himself. After the first blast of Wildfire, the trees and the brush were washed away in a cloud of fiery green. Now all that remains of the right flank are the bare siege weapon placements. Jalabhar had better make it back alive…

"Archers!" Naruto howled into the singing night. "Nock!"

Upon the beach, Stannis had jumped from his ship, ducking as the pots continued to rain upon his forces. The forces of Dragonstone rushed forward, bringing out ladders and tower shields among their ranks. Naruto smirked; it seems they weren't wasting any time. Stannis knew that he wouldn't dare train his siege weapons upon the city to stop his assault.

"Draw!"

Naruto drew his bastard sword for the first time that night. It's silvery, pristine blade flashing green and white as the pots drowned the Blackwater.

"Loose!"

Arrow fletch sung as they whistled past his ears. As he'd come to enjoy, the volley took down eighty of Stannis's men. Behind him, catapults and ballistae armed their payload. Men rushed to the gatehouse, barring the weak and molded wood of the Mud Gate, terrified of the booming shouts coming from out onto the beach.

"Sandor Clegane." Naruto called. "You're in command of the response. Sally out to meet them with forty men!"

"Whatever you say!" The Hound barked, revealing a cocky bravado. "Come on you sapless cunts!"

Pushing along Lannister men-at-arms and calling upon a posse of Fox Company men-at-arms, the Hound opened the gate and expertly drew his longsword and proudly emblazoned his stumped hand.

"If any of you shits die with a clean sword, I'll rape you fucking corpse! Now come on!"

Naruto called forth for another volley as the Hound clashed with the first of Stannis's troops that managed to make landfall. Swords clashed as sparks and blood sprang into the air. Naruto released a breath of relief as the battle between giants came to a crashing climax. The Hound struck down what seemed to be a Dragonstone lieutenant in a rage induced fit. His heart broke at the sight of half having fallen to the beach with their guts, limbs and heads removed from their bodies. Their deaths were numerous and the forces of Stannis Baratheon continued to wade through the emerald inferno.

"Once more, men!" Naruto shouted. "Nock!"

Arrow shafts knocked against the bow grips and arrow shelfs.

"Draw!"

Bowstrings struggled and tightened.

"Loose!"

In a resounding chorus, a volley wall of arrows sprang forward over the heads of the sally force and into the bay itself, picking off the men still on longboats and those who decided to swim to shore. Men were dying across the fields, leaving heaps and piles of dismembered or scorched corpses everywhere. Coming as a surprise to him, the ladders were brought out, landing right in front of the prince!

With a maneuver as swift as the winds themselves, the first Dragonstone levy to dare show his face before the prince was slashed free of his intestines. His body fell, clinging to the ladder, holding it place. With a glare, the prince pushed the man forward and the like he'd hoped, the ladder came with him, forcing the Baratheon host to start back at step one.

"Nock!"

The Baratheon forces flipped a long boat, revealing it to be a protective cover for a battering ram, appropriately emblazoned with the head of a full grown stag. It took almost ten men to lift the monstrosity. They dragged it through the sand and countless rocks and pebbles.

"Light your arrows!" Naruto called, gripping his sword.

Suddenly, the gate swung open nearly making the Baratheon scion's blood boil. Below, from the forty-one men he sent out to sally Stannis's men, only seven returned. The Hound looked traumatized and the remaining men seemed to have lost their fire and will to continue fighting.

"Hold!" Naruto called. Across the parapet, archers with confused looks upon their faces lowered their bows and arrows.

"What are you doing, Clegane?!" Tyrion shouted. "You are Kingsguard! Now go back out there and fight for your city; your King's city!"

The Hound paid the dwarf no attention. "Fuck the Kingsguard…Fuck the City…and Fuck the King! Now someone bring me some fucking wine!"

Naruto scowled at the Clegane's remark, eerily reminding him of when the Hound had two hands. Taking matters into his own hands, ignoring the fearful ramblings about fire and death, the prince gave command to the Stark squire beside him before jumping from the parapet. Tyrion reached out to stop his nephew, but to his and everyone's surprise, the prince landed peacefully.

"If you don't want to fight out there and be surrounded by fire and people you know can't keep up with you in a fight, then go to the tower where the noblewomen are held and defend them with you fucking life!" Naruto shouted. "If you don't, I'll kill you right now to end your incessant ramblings!"

Sandor bowed before the prince and took off towards the Red Keep, without another word. In all directions, men had parted from the prince, staring at him with terror. They were more terrified of him than they were of the Wildfire hailstorm happening just outside of the protection of the City's walls. He looked upon them, meeting the eyes of each and every man and woman present.

"I know you're scared…" Naruto said with an easy tone. "Believe it or not, I am too! But now is not the time for fear; now is the time to prove to our city, our families and to ourselves that we will prevail, no matter the opposition! Listen to what's happening out there! With the storm of Wildfire and the hail of fiery death, Stannis's men still haven't faltered! Those are brave men banging at our gates; let's go kill them!"

"Yes, Ser!"

---

Like a dream come true to Stannis Baratheon, the gate had suddenly opened. Beneath the shroud of cover, he held the battering ram steady. But from within the city came a sight he didn't think he'd see. A brave attempt and almost suicidal, but brave nonetheless. Naruto jumped forward, swinging his blade so hard and so fast, the chains holding the head of the battering ram had split, shattering like glass. The two men at the fore were cut down just as quickly and just as smoothly.

The prince ducked beneath a broad axe and quickly responded with a fatal lunge, tearing through the orange gambeson of the levy before him. Behind the small force of Fox Company knights, the gate had shut and the sounds of nails and barricades were heard banging against the heavy yet molded Mud Gate. To the Baratheon King's sides, the ladders were finally gaining a foothold. To his rear, more men were rushing at the walls and making land. The Wildfire pots had finally come to a halt. Either the fools have run out or my men have apprehended them. No matter the reality, I'm just glad that the Wildfire had stopped.

He jumped back, dodging the greatsword of a heavy armored knight of Fox Company. With a quick motion, the Baratheon drew Lightbringer, clashing the glowing blade against that of the greatsword. Sparks ignited, showering upon the field of stone and sand. The knight was slow but hit hard. With quick repercussions, the King swung his fist, disorienting the knight from within his steel bucket of a helm. As swift as the Essosi across the Narrow Sea, he brought Lightbringer around, slashing the knight's abdomen out from his armor.

Blood cascaded from the garish wound, adding yet another corpse to the bloodbath. As men rushed to the ladders, yet another barrage of arrows rushed to greet the city's invaders. Men fell like wheat to the scythe, garnering a few well deserved groans and sighs of defeat. But he had a fight at hand. Thanks to the last minute strategy from his most trusted advisor, Ser Davos Seaworth, he decided to ride with the battering ram. Now, he was meeting face to face with the threat to his throne. Naruto Baratheon.

"I see you've recovered." Stannis chided. "Cede to me now, Naruto."

"Over my dead body!" Naruto roared.

Neither knew who swung first, but sparks danced around the dueling pair. Naruto bent back, dodging Lightbringer by just mere inches. With the advantage, the prince lunged forward with his bastard sword, nearly piercing the Baratheon King's armor. Sadly, the plates were strategic and deflected most lunges and swings. But like all armor, there were weak points in every make.

Using underhand tactics like Sasuke had taught him, Naruto dropped to the ground below with a powerful leg swipe. Like a felled tree, the balance and battlefield presence that Stannis held was lost in an instant. The king fell upon his back, but didn't dare lose grip on Lightbringer. He struggled to get up, finding the weight of his armor was beginning to finally weigh him down.

"I think you should retire, old man!" Naruto laughed.

Raising his sword above his head, the old Baratheon rolled away, narrowly dodging his nephew's strikes and swings. Either luck or the will of his foreign god kept Stannis alive. He had somehow found the strength and agility, jumping up to his feet with his sword poised and ready to strike. A welcomed challenge of course, but it still irked the Baratheon prince.

They paced each other, each one weighing their options and watching the other's footwork. Like a game of cat and mouse, the two waited for the first one to break the mold. Sapphire met with sapphire in a visual showdown. As chaos was law around them, the two were locked in their own world, examining their strengths and weaknesses. Swords still poised, a series of screams and battle cries broke their concentration.

Naruto jumped, kicking a Dragonstone levy's jaw, denting his black burgonet. With quick reflexes, he grabbed the second and shoved his bastard sword into the man's chest, earning a guttural splutter of blood and half-intelligible words. Sliding the corpse from his slicked blade, he clashed his sword with another. Sparks creaked and slid upon the length. Naruto pulled away creating a small pocket of distance and enough room to work with. Thinking back to his duel with Robb a year ago, he feigned to the right, forcing the slower levy to protect his left, leaving his right side completely unprotected and free. With speed and skill on his side, the prince tilted his blade ever so slightly, taking the right kneecap from the man.

He collapsed, dropping his guard. With a moment's worth of decision making, the prince shoved his sword down the exposed neck of the levy. Blood cascaded like a waterfall, drenching Naruto's boots and breeches. Kicking the corpse from his sword, he turned his attention back to his Uncle.

Like a spectre, his Uncle was already upon him with his sword drawn and ready. "Oh! Not even going to wait for me to get prepared?!"

Without enough time to react, he dropped his bastard sword and drew out a dagger with a foot-long blade. He dodged and weaved in and out of Stannis's attacks and lunges. While Robb was an expert with lunging, Stannis was an all-rounder, not surprising given the years of combat and warfare he has under his belt. Naruto ducked and jumped forward, rolling through the sand and stones. With little options and a growing Dragonstone presence on the beach, he turned on his heels, hurling his dagger at his uncle. How the man managed to block it was beyond the prince.

"Protect the King!"

Naruto's eyes went wide when he'd realized the situation he'd forced himself into. Fire blocked his escape in any direction except for the way he'd come. Around him, there were five levies, each with swords and axes. Stannis laughed and turned his attention to the walls and ladders, ready to scale the city.

"I don't think so!" Naruto roared.

The first levy rushed at him, fire in his eyes and fire upon his sword. He was burly and seemed like he'd eaten too much kidney pie before coming to war. Naruto bashed the man's chest with his gauntlet protected fist, forcing the man's dinner from his gullet. In the moment of his weakness, Naruto grabbed the flaming sword and skewered the fat man where he stood, retching upon the battlefield. Recuperating, he spun, clashing with a dark steel axe head, garnering a few beautiful sparks in the process.

He quickly followed through, ducking beneath a sword and axe combination. Jumping back, nearly running into the flames themselves, Naruto had created a bubble of space, much larger than the one he had between himself and Stannis. With porker dead, he had a lot more space to maneuver. Now all that remained was who wanted to die first.

"I choose you!"

With chakra radiating off of his legs, he smashed his armored knee into the unprotected chin of a levy. Naruto could have sworn he heard the man's neck snap. Before his feet even touched the ground, he swung his sword with such strength and speed, the next levy's sword split and his head fell loose. Giving his final opponent some time to reposition, Naruto flashed him a deathly smile.

"I'm Naruto Baratheon…" The levy gave the prince a horrified look. "I'm sorry to say this…but you're a dead man."

With speed like before, he shoved his sword into the man's chest, denting and even shattering the blade within the man's torso. His scream reeked of onions and meat. Naruto watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head with a bloody curdling muffle.

"Lady!" Naruto cried. "Come on girl, let's cause some damage!"

---

It's finally time. Sansa thought to herself.

Eyes slowly rolled to the back of her head. Like every other time before, it was a psychedelic experience. Her soul rushed from her body, zooming through the air, seeing arrows and boulders flying up close. She wisped down to the parapet looking at her brother shoot arrows like he was born to it. Across the wall, cranes were lifted and lowered and boulders were loaded and launched. Mya and Gendry, the bastard siblings of her lover were doing their best to keep up.

In the courtyard behind the Mud Gate was filled with anxious men and women, listening to Lord Tyrion's commands and orders. She shook her head and sped up to the ever excited wolf, Lady. Once she'd possessed the animal, the entire world before had changed. Smaller but in greater detail, she jumped at Naruto's call for help. Excitement ran through her fur and throughout her stomach. At the command and request, Lady jumped from the twenty foot tall parapet, landing on a small unit of Dragonstone levies, crushing them in her weight.

While she was one of the smaller direwolves of the litter; Lady was still quite large with jaws just as powerful as Summer's. Only difference was that Lady hadn't had actual combat experience. With confidence booming from her paws, Lady pounced upon the first levy she saw, tearing at the man's neck, shredding his skin apart. Naruto jumped next to Sansa, filling her with pride and an excitement she hadn't felt in hours.

Watching him fight for the first time without fear and terror holding her body; he moved like a dancer. Swift, quick and agile, but most of all, he was precise. Sansa dashed forward, shoving her direwolf head into the breastplate of a Dragonstone knight, denting the steel and sending him flying a few feet. Landing upon her paws, she smiled, revealing hanging meat and blood drenched teeth. She could smell the knight's fear festering within his heavy armor.

Naruto though, suddenly appeared, spinning and swinging his sword. Without blinking, Sansa witnessed the man she loved dismember a knight twice his size with ease. He kicked the gushing knight away from his path and tackled yet another levy, bashing the steel pommel of his sword against the boy's face. Sansa popped her direwolf neck and charged ahead, clearing Naruto's rear and flanks of any enemies that may have slipped past his warpath.

"Come here, bitch!" A vengeful voice echoed. "I'm gonna cut you up and cook you in a stew!"

A fat man wearing a dark gambeson and only a black leather coif for protection lunged at her with a broad axe. She dodged luckily in time, but lost a few hairs of fur in the process. She sunk her teeth into his hand, but the burly man shoved his left fist into her snout, causing Sansa's body to wince back in the tower.

Lady whined softly but growled menacingly at the fat man. Sansa once more popped her direwolf neck and rushed beneath the man's legs, catching him off guard. While Naruto concentrated on defeating a pair of men-at-arms, Sansa was left to deal with her biggest threat and first real test of her warging ability. The man raised his hands above his head, both clasping to the axe shaft.

In a moment of truth, Sansa jumped forward, sinking her teeth into his neck, eliciting a howl of pain from the burly man. But instead of stopping and dropping dead, he grabbed Lady by the underbelly and shoved his fist into her chest, pushing the direwolf away.

Sansa couldn't believe the pain she felt. While the armor protected against most slashes, stabs and arrows, she was certain it didn't protect against punches. Sharp pains exploded from within her chest. It had its own pulse!

"Better yet, dog." The man laughed. "I'm gonna roast yah!"

Sansa's eyes went wide at the implications. Taking a quick recap of her scenery, fires raged behind her, all along the coast and within the waters themselves. She was dangerously close to some fire already and if she wasn't careful, the man might actually succeed in his endeavor. He was already scratching at the bite marks she'd left on him. With the flashes of flickering red, she smirked at the blood already beginning to flow down the man's chest.

He charged at her, steps sickeningly slow due to his weight. He kicked sand out of his way and dragged rocks and ship debris along with him. Sansa stood on her haunches ready to pounce once more. He came into range once more and she once again had him in her maw. He struggled harder this time, finding her will a lot more powerful than before. She could feel his throat rip beneath the power and strength in her jaw.

Barking and chewing at the man, Sansa finally brought him to the dirt below and feasted upon his unprotected flesh. Blood spewed forth like a geyser. He struggled and screamed, punching at her sides, beating upon the metal and leather plates of armor. Her white fur was drenched red and made slick within seconds of her kill. It didn't take long, but he stopped fighting and one by one, his arms fell to his sides and his screaming stopped.

Sansa sighed, trailing her direwolf eyes up to see Naruto kneeing a levy in the gut. Behind him, another charged with a spear. Sansa was about to react, but the Baratheon grabbed the spear and twisted the shaft out from the levy's own hands, chaffing his palms with splinters and heat. Bashing the staff against the levy and shoving the spearhead into the one he kneed, Naruto spun around, kicking the final into the dirt and shoving his sword into the man's chest.

"Lady, come on girl!" Naruto called, proudly. "We have a battle to fight!"

---

Naruto elbowed the levy, sending him staggering but out of nowhere, Lady came, slamming her paws upon the man and chewing his throat out from his neck. He collapsed in a fountain of blood followed with a chorus of pain ridden shrieks. Turning his attention back to the battle at hand, a man-at-arms swung a mace at him. While any normal man would have turned tail and ran; Naruto was no mere man. The man-at-arms was too slow and with all that extra armor on his body and arms, it was surly weighing him down. It was almost laughable.

He dodged the mace, letting the man over-swing and lose his balance. Naruto stifled his laugh watching the armored man topple over into the sand. To save him further embarrassment, the prince stabbed his blade through the man's sides, digging the sword into the dirt below. He laughed proudly, tearing the blade from the corpse, calling upon his faithful companion Lady. The direwolf barked in affirmation and charged ahead of him.

But before he could press the offensive, screams were coming from the far left flank of Stannis's invasion. The shouts and cries of pain and death were increasing in number and filled Naruto was confusion. But much to his pleasant surprise, his uncle Tyrion and his brother, the king Joffrey himself had joined the fight. Naruto did his best to burst into laughter, and thankfully didn't.

Joffrey, while having survived one of the biggest defeats for the Royal Army at Tumbleton, the fearful King was surprisingly doing well at not dying. He ducked and dodged, eyes rife with fear and movements sloppy and left with all kinds of openings. Next to him, his Uncle Tyrion Lannister, the Imp, was dressed in Lannister armor and wielded a double-edged exe. He swung to perfection, taking the leg and soon enough, life, from a Dragonstone serjeant.

Behind them, a retinue of fifty Lannisters and Fox Company men-at-arms rushed into clearly the fading Dragonstone presence. With the help of Lady and his own skills at combat, the remaining men of Stannis's forces had either run or were cut down with extreme prejudice. Men crawled and dragged their bodies across the murky and sticky sand, while other put the dying men out of their misery.

"Naruto! Naruto! Naruto!" The chant came slowly. "Naruto! Naruto! Naruto!"

The prince in question looked upon the parapet, nodding softly at Brandon Stark and the archers that held faithful to their duty. Lannisters cheered for their lords' grandson and the Fox Company praised their commander, howling out his name like rabid animals. The battle had gone silent for a moment, as explosions and raging fires had all but disappeared. Sansa barked as Lady, wagging her fluffy direwolf tail as she pounced around in circles, gaining a few laughs from the men and women present on the beach.

"Joff." Naruto panted, resting a hand on the King's shoulder. "Good show."

"I could say the same to you!" Joffrey laughed through deep pants.

"What now?" The king asked his brother. "I don't see Stannis anywhere."

"I don't know." Naruto replied, sheathing the sword he held. "Stannis couldn't have escaped in the fight…"

Sansa felt something. She whined softly, trying to get Naruto's attention. She whined but then began to bark, getting everyone's attention. She barked and howled even. Naruto let go of his brother and knelt down to the direwolf's level.

"W-What is it girl?" Naruto asked worriedly.

It was then that he heard it.

"Defensive positions!" Naruto screamed a few pitches higher than usual.

Joffrey's eyes went wide at his brother's fearful voice. Men rushed back and forth picking up tower shields and broad shields, ready to brace for the coming onslaught. Darkness had taken control of the full northern side of the bay; none of them could see the force that came for them. But once they did, sweat rushed upon their brows like the waves of the Blackwater.

Thousands of men sped up to them, swords, glaives, spears, axes and pikes were wielded and like the wave they were; they crashed upon the shield wall with the power unlike anything before. The men and women of Fox Company held their ground, dodging and even taking cuts and gashes in the defense of the Mud Gate. Spear heads rushed over the tower shields and broad shields, cutting their skin and unprotected faces. Men upon the walls and parapets rained upon the Dragonstone assault, leaving a sour taste in their mouths. With all their arrows and all their accuracy, it seemed to do very little against the sheer numbers they held.

"Fuck!" Naruto cried, drawing his sword once again. "They wading through the Blackwater! Break formation and rally to me!"

Instantaneously, the men broke the shield wall, jumping back and even trampling over the corpses left behind in their attempt to stay alive. Few were cut down and skewered, but at least thirty of the fifty made it to Naruto's side. They held their ground, spears, swords and shields poised to deflect their enemy's attacks and they were more than prepared to fight to the death. The Kingsguard stood firm next to Joffrey, holding their arming swords at the ready. Tyrion gripped his axe, spinning it in his hands full and ripe with anticipation. Even Lady was bouncing on the soft pads of her paws, to Sansa, this was the most exhilarating fun she'd had in ages!

But to Naruto, he was a different story. Ser Loras…please be here. Ser Loras…please be here. Ser Loras-

"Horns!" A cry came from the city. "Banners! Tyrell Banners! It's Ser Loras Tyrell and his host!"

Naruto released the breath he didn't know he held. Turning to face his new reinforcements, Ser Loras Tyrell rode on the back of a bright white horse in his gorgeous custom armor. Next to him, Ser Garlan Tyrell donned the armor of the late, Good King Renly. Behind them at the vanguard; Tyrell and Knights of the Reach were all he could see.

Before him, the Dragonstone advance had come to a shuddering halt at the sudden intrusion. Joffrey and Tyrion looked to Naruto with knowing eyes as smiles slowly broke upon their faces. But Naruto knew that this wasn't all. If fate would have it, he would become the greatest strategist in the history of the Seven Kingdoms. Please, don't let me down. Don't let me down.

"Unbelievable…" A voice came from the parapet once more. "Lannister banners in the rear! Lord Tywin Lannister has returned to King's Landing!"

"Victory is ours!"

Naruto watched as little by little, the men before him lost their numbers as Lannister and Tyrell came at the most perfect moment. Banners of Golden Roses on fields of Green and the banners of Golden Lions of fields of Crimson, waved in the cooling winds of the aftermath. After Ser Loras had burst into the scene, the prince hadn't moved an inch, heart pounding and racing within his armored chest. Beside him, Joffrey and Tyrion were just as awestruck. Naruto was even certain that Joffrey might have pissed himself, but with all the water and blood, he was going to let it slide. Naruto sheathed his sword, giving Ser Loras a look of relief.

"Now." Naruto spoke proudly. "My Uncle Stannis is upon the walls themselves, probably hiding and waiting for the moment to escape."

"Find him, and bring him to me!"

Now that the battle was over; all that remained was the aftermath.

But he still couldn't believe it.

He'd survived.

And now, it is finished.

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