All I could remember was being shoved in a locker for hours. I remember screaming for help, and trying to force the door open which resulted in me slicing up my hands. I remember vomiting from the disgusting smell which only made me vomit more. I don't remember much after I was let out. All I could remember were the deepest blue eyes I've ever seen in my life. I remember passing out shortly afterwards. The next morning I woke up in the hospital.

Dad was sleeping on a chair next to the bed and I looked down. Yup in a hospital gown with my hands covered in bandaids. I sighed as I leaned back onto the bed. Yesterday was the worst day of my life. Even worse than when Mom died.

'You finally woke up." A gruff dry voice sounded out of nowhere. It sounded familiar. I looked around the room confused before my eyes settled on Dad. He was still sleeping.

"Hello?" I said softly as to not wake Dad.

'Hello Lady Hebert.' The same voice spoke again.

"Where are you?" I asked as I still looked around the room as much as I could. Maybe a camera was hidden somewhere and this was a huge prank?

'In your head." The voice said again. 'Sometimes I'm not stuck in this mess. Stop talking out loud and think your words.'

'Uh ok. Who are you?' I said after a couple seconds. This was weird as hell. Extremely casual too.

'We met yesterday, but it appears you already forgot my name. What else should I have expected from a child.' The voice grumbled again bitterly. Jerk much?

'I am Stannis Baratheon. Rightful king of the andals, first men, and rhoynar. Lord of the 7 kingdoms and protector of the realm.' Stannis said as he introduced himself. After a short pause he spoke again. 'Formerly.' That part sounded like he swallowed a lemon.

'Oh..you're the one who let me out?' I questioned. How was this possible? He's in my head, how did he open the locker?

'Yes.' Was his simply response. An awkward silence filled my head.

'Does this make me a parahuman?' I asked shyly. I should be freaking out more. A whole lot more.

'Possibly. I think you are from the description of parahumans I've seen in your memories.' Wait what.

'What do you mean seen in my memories!' I internally screeched. What the hell? Who does this guy think he is.

He was silent for a couple seconds.

'Yes.'

'You have no right to view my personal history!' I was seething inside. I didn't want to wake Dad, but I really wanted to scream into my pillow.

'You had no right to imprison me in your mind after I saved you you witch.' He countered back.

'Witch?' I shouted internally.

'You used magic in order to imprison me in your mind! I will not be a slave that you can summon at your will!' Stannis said coldly. Slave? Summon?

The hell.

'You're not a slave Stannis.' I said, but before I could continue, he interrupted me.

'You will address me as your Grace.'

I mentally and physically rolled my eyes before continuing.

'You're not a slave, Your Grace.' I said sarcastically as I leaned back against the bed.

'Then explain.'

'I can't.'

'Why not?'

'I-I don't know either..' I trailed off.

'Hmmm. Focus on my voice witch. From what I've seen of magic, you must concentrate.' Stannis ordered.

I closed my eyes and focused on his voice. There I felt him! A feeling in the back of my mind was like an iron wall, it would break before I could bend it. I drew on the feeling and suddenly, I was alone in my mind. Opening my eyes, I saw one of the biggest men in my life.

He was tall and covered in armor. His eyes were blue, dark and cold. The eyes of a man who would never give up. His hair was balding, and had a shadow of a beard. Stannis was tall and thin, looking like a breeze could make him fall over, but he was clearly a strong man. At his side was a scabbard that held a sword. The hilt was beautiful and seemed like the work of a master. I could only begin to wonder how the blade would look.

What stood out the most to me however, was the symbol on the center of his armor. It was a stag with a giant burning heart. This is the man who saved me?

"Wot n tarnation!" I heard Dad shout as he woke up startled. Stannis immediately drew his sword and pressed it against his throat.

"Calm your voice." Stannis said coldly as he held his glowing sword.

Dad gave me a shocked look as Stannis sheathed his sword back to its place.

I shrugged and threw my face into the pillow screaming. My heart monitor started beeping extremely fast and a pair of nurses scrambled into the room with a pair of defibrillators.

They stared at Stannis is shock before looking at me.

"Uhh, hi?" I said awkwardly as I waved. Ha, one of them waved back.

Stannis simply grunted before sitting on the nearest chair. This day was going perfectly.

Stannis Baratheon was not a devout man, yet he was praying. Internally of course, he was about to let these barbarians know he's nervous. He does not get nervous or scared. At least, that's what Stannis hoped. He paced the room while the man they called Armsmaster spoke to Lady Hebert and her father.

Stannis scoffed internally. The Master-at-Arms was covered in armor from head to toe. The skin that was revealed was the area around his mouth that showed off his beard. He made sure to keep a tab on the mans halberds. The man held himself like a veteran of numerous battles. Stannis had seen the deadly effect of a skilled user on the battlefield. It wasn't much use in extremely close quarters though. Stannis started grinding his teeth and finally stopped moving to lean against the wall. Armsmaster was silent practically the entire time, until he finally decided to speak.

"I have a couple questions for you Miss Hebert." The Master-at-Arms spoke bluntly and to the point. Inside, Stannis knew he would have done the same thing.

The Witch turned to look at her Father who simply nodded.

"G-go ahead." She meekly said. What happened to that ferocious personality Stannis saw earlier?

"Thank you. First, do you have idea who the suspects are?" He said while taking a look at Stannis suspiciously. Stannis scoffed internally as he already knew who the criminals were. After all, he spent hours in her mind. Of course he avoided the memories, that were inappropriate and looked at anything that seemed important. How else was he able to find out the world he was stuck in now? Stannis remembered his fury when he found out his current circumstance which resulted in him screaming his houses words while he struck at an imaginary wall over and over again.

Hebert nodded slowly and spoke up.

"Yeah..their names are Emma Barnes, Madison Clement, and Sophia Hess." Stannis smirked as he noticed Master-at-Arms reaction to one of their names. Interesting he thought. The man was good at hiding his reactions, but Stannis had spent years in Kings Landing with the likes of Petyr Baelish and Varys the Spider.

"I see. I shall be sure to pass this information onto the appropriate authorities." Armsmaster spoke. He asked some more questions, but Stannis filtered the rest out. Did Armsmaster know one of Hebert's tormentors? Maybe he was overreading this, but it was his duty to the witch who saved his life.

Eventually their conversations turned to him as both Hebert's and Master-at-Arms stared at him. Stannis stared back without saying a word.

"It appears Miss Hebert that your power is quite similar to Crusaders."

The Witch nodded slowly as she took in that information.

"We would like for you to come to the Protectorate headquarters for testing at your earliest convenience. The PRT will glady cover your hospital bills as well." Armsaster said as he walked over to Stannis. The Master-at-Arms simply stared at him before turning back to Lady Hebert.

"I would also like to extend a formal invitation to join the Wards." Stannis groaned internally and started grinding his teeth again. He did not want to get involved with that beauracratic mess. If the PRT was under his juristiction, he would have had them hanged for incompetence, or sent to the Wall.

This time, Mr. Hebert spoke up.

"We will need to talk about it." He gave Stannis a side glance.

Armsmaster nodded before speaking again. "Ill come back later to check in on you." He handed her a card before speaking again. "This is my number if you need it. Thank you for your time." Master-at-Arms left soon after.

An awkward silence filled the air, not that Stannis cared. Taylor and her Father shared a look before staring at him.

Before she could speak, the maester's assistant walked in to change her bandages.

'Lord of Light help me.'