A/N: Chapter eleven already! Thank you to all my new followers, favorites and reviews, a special thanks to my dear followers and reviewers ujemaima and eddysfer!

The Mountain VS the Red Viper… enjoy!

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Alyssa

The day of the Trial of Combat had arrived. Oberyn was already gone when Alyssa had opened her eyes. She saw that he left a cup of moontea on her desk and she smiled to herself.

"Prince perfect." She said when she took the cup to her mouth and drank the bitter tea.

She put on a blue dress because she didn't felt like wearing the colors of her house this day and she walked over to her father's room to have breakfast with him.

He was already eating when she entered and he was reading a letter that was right in front of him. When Lord Tywin caught sight of her, he smiled and pointed his hand to a chair that was in front of him.

"Good morning little cub, have you slept well?"

"Yes, like a little babe. Thank you." She said, she wasn't lying: although she worried for this day, she was so exhausted after her rendezvous with Prince Oberyn that she actually had slept very well.

"Good to hear. Please, have some bread." Her father said and he handed her some.

"Thank you."

She started to eat and they both were silent. Before there was a tension to rise, Alyssa asked her father: "Can I see Tyrion before the trial?"

Her father sighed but also had a smile on his face, like he knew that it won't matter after today.

"Why do you ask? You will go, no matter what I say." He answered.

"Yes. But at least I have the courtesy to ask you right now." She said, which made her father laugh.

"Okay. But only short before the trial. No schemes."

"No schemes." She said and she gave her father a sweet smile. 'Little did he know that I already schemed.'

"What is the letter about?" Alyssa asked when she saw her father paid attention again to the letter in front of him.

He gave her a questioning look like he didn't know he could trust her with the content of it.

Alyssa sighed annoyed: "Oh come on, father. What can be so important that you don't trust me with it?"

Her father waited for a few seconds before he answered: "There had been an attack at the Wall by the Wildlings. They survived, but they also had a great loss. They want men because they fear another attack."

Alyssa swallowed her bread down quickly and felt a cold shiver running down her spine: "Who died?"

Her father laughed again: "Do you want me to ask each name of the men who died over there? Don't be silly Alyssa."

Her thoughts went back to Jon and all she could hope for is that he survived if he was still alive.

"Yeah, I know. Stupid question. Are you going to send more men?"

"Our war is up here. I need my men to make sure we will win this war." Lord Tywin said while he ran his eyes again over the letter.

"Your daughter will be up North tomorrow. Close to the Wall. What if they attack again?" She couldn't believe her father was that stupid to think that his war was more important than the one behind the Wall.

"They won't."

"How do you know?" Alyssa said with disbelief in her voice.

Her father looked at her again with a stern expression on his face: "I just know." He said slowly, telling Alyssa to drop the subject.

"Oh well, at least I will have my handsome and brave husband to flay them all." She didn't want to drop the subject: she wanted her father to guarantee her that she would be safe.

Her father pushed his lips more together, a warning for Alyssa to not anger him more.

"Don't talk like that if you want that he won't hurt you. Keep your sharp tongue in your mouth, do you hear me?"

Alyssa gave him a sweet smile before she took another sip of her cup of water: "Of course I won't."

Her father sighed one more, knowing that she was lying. "Didn't you want to speak to your brother?"

She knew he wanted to get rid of her because she caused him another headache. She liked the game they played, so she continued: "I thought you didn't want me to speak with him this early?"

"Leave, now. Enjoy your time together, while you still can." He waved his hand and Alyssa stood up from her chair and walked over to her father to kiss him on the cheek.

"I love you, father." She smiled and she knew that he knew she was teasing him.

"Yeah, well. Get out now." Lord Tywin said when he waved another hand towards the door.

Knowing she won their little game, she obeyed her father and walked out of the room. She went straight for the cells to enjoy her time with her brother.

"Good day, Ser!" She said happily when she saw the guard of Tyrion. "Can you please open my brother's cell?"

The guard growled: "Not without permission of your father."

"Oh my sweet Ser, I am gladly to inform you that my father gave the permission." She said with her smirk on her face.

"Like last time?" The guard questioned.

"Oh, well.. Not like last time, he really did now. You can ask him if you like?" She said innocently.

He growled once more: "Like I care.. Your brother will be dead by sundown."

She walked pass him when he let her enter. She turned around with a confused expression on her face: "No he won't."

Alyssa looked around to find Tyrion. He lay on the floor and had his eyes closed, enjoying the sun that was shining in his face.

"What do you cunts want from me now?" He said, not caring to look who entered.

Alyssa smiled: "Ouch.. Is that a way of speaking towards your little sister?"

Tyrion smiled before he opened his eyes: "Good morning, my sweet little sister. I am sorry for my rude language. How did you get in now?"

She started to laugh: "Spare me your courtesies when you don't mean them. And as to that: our own father gave me permission."

He chuckled: "Look at our sweet father: he gives permission to his own children to speak with each other!"

"Yes, I know! Isn't he just lovely?" She answered and they both started to laugh.

When they finished their laugh, Tyrion got up and sat on the floor. He patted on the space next to him, inviting Alyssa to sit next to him. He sighed and Alyssa knew he missed their times together, because she missed them too.

"I want to inform you that I had a visitor this night." Tyrion said to her.

"Did you now? Who was it?" She said although she had a slight feeling that she already knew who it was.

"The sweet Prince of Dorne, the Red Viper himself?" Tyrion answered and he looked at her interrogative look on his face.

"Okay. What did he tell you?"

She knew he wanted to hear more from her but she didn't want to spoil the fun just yet. She wanted to know what Oberyn told Tyrion.

"Oh well, he said he walked into a gorgeous golden haired Lannister. Please, Alyssa, please tell me he meant Cersei and not you."

She smirked once more: "Well, maybe he bumped into Cersei as well."

Tyrion sighed: "Gods.. You just couldn't control yourself now could you?"

"Look who's talking." She answered as they started to laugh again.

Tyrion continued: "He also said that the gorgeous blonde intrigued him. That she wanted to avenge some Lannisters as well. You hurt me, little cub. Why avenge such a great family?"

"Because I don't want you to die." Alyssa simply said, while she ruffled at the rim of her dress.

"And you think I won't now that Prince Oberyn will be my champion? I am grateful, don't get me wrong…"

Alyssa sighed and got up from the stone ground. She walked impatiently in Tyrion's cell when she thought of all the possible things that could happen during the trial.

"He's the Red Viper, you don't get that name from picking flowers at the Watergardens of Sunspear."

Tyrion chuckled again and she knew he was imaging Prince Oberyn at the Watergardens.

"You're probably right, Alys. But now the most important question: was he any good?"

Alyssa laughed: of course Tyrion wanted to know all about Prince Oberyn qualities in bed.

"Why, do you want some advice?" She teased him.

"I am in no need of advice when it comes to sex. Although it has been a while.. Tell me they didn't change it." He worriedly asked her.

"Nope.. Still the same. And as for Prince Oberyn his qualities.. He was outstanding. Well, he did practice a lot."

"So I've heard. He did bring you your moontea now that I wasn't around to save the day right? And are you finally over Jon Snow now?"

The question about Jon gave her a stung in his heart when she remembered the news her father told her only moments ago.

"Yes. Yes he did. And no I'm not. I am afraid I only miss him more. Father told me this morning while we were breaking our fast that there was an attack at the Wall by Wildlings. Many didn't survive.." She said and she knew she sounded sad.

Tyrion clacked with his tongue: "Old stubborn git, I told him years ago that this would happen. Now I only hope Prince Oberyn does win my trial so I can go up to the Wall and see for myself if my sister's lover did survive the attack."

She smiled over at him, thanking him to comfort her. She knew it was slight selfish to wish comfort of her brother right now, when he could be dead in a few hours.

"Are you afraid?" She asked him.

He looked at her with both of his eyebrows raised: "Me? Of course not! Why would I be? The dangerous Red Viper will fight for me. And if he loses, I will only be a few inches shorter than I already am. I have nothing left to lose."

She knew he was being sarcastic; it was his way to lose some of his troubles. But she still laughed because of his silly comments.

They heard another person entering the cell and they both turned around to look who it was: Jaime. He had his golden armor and white cloak on and he carried shackles in his hands.

"Really Jaime? Shackles?" Tyrion said while laughing.

"Father's orders." Jaime said and Alyssa saw that he didn't want to do it.

Tyrion sighed once more when he held out his hands for Jaime to put the shackles around them.

"Well, we must listen to what our father tells us to do."

Alyssa saw how Jaime put the shackles around Tyrion's wrists and she knew the moment of truth had arrived: the moment Prince Oberyn of house Martell could avenge his sister and set her brother free.

They all walked out of the cell quietly: Jaime in front, Tyrion in the middle and Alyssa on the back. When they entered the fighting pit, Jaime held her by the arm with his good hand and whispered something in her ear.

"Father ordered you to come to him straight away."

"Father can kiss my full round arse straight away." Alyssa answered and pulled her arm out of Jaime's tight grip. She knew she wasn't fair to Jaime, it wasn't his fault, but she didn't feel like obeying her father right now.

She looked around her and she saw how the whole pit was filled with people who wanted to see the Gods their justice. She saw her father and her sister sitting next to each other with a satisfied look on their faces. Next to them sat Tommen and Margaery and Grand Maester Pycelle was already in the centre of the pit, waiting for a sign to say the last words before the fight started.

Alyssa turned her head because she didn't want to look at her family and she saw Oberyn drinking wine as he made himself ready.

"Do you think it's wise to drink wine before battle?" Tyrion clearly thought the same as she did.

"Don't worry, I will kill Ser Gregor for you. Nothing beats a good wine before battle. Well, maybe a good fuck." Oberyn answered when he winked at Alyssa. His paramour Ellaria laughed approvingly as well.

She saw that there was no helmet on his table. "At least you could wear a helmet." She said to him.

"A helmet only slows me down, my lady." He laughed.

She smiled. 'You can't say he doesn't have courage.'

She gave Tyrion a kiss and whished Tyrion and Oberyn good luck when she followed Jaime to the seats. Alyssa saw her father was looking at her, knowing he wanted her to take a seat next to him. She didn't though and she followed Jaime and set down next to him.

'And now, let the game begin…'

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Jon

He walked over to Mance's tent with two of his guards next to him. He paid his last respect to Ygritte when he had burned her beyond the Wall, knowing she would have wanted it to be that way. Now it was time to do something for another woman: the woman he loved most.

Jon knew the Wall couldn't stand another attack of the Wildings and the Wildings would spread around the Realm like a sickness. The words the Magnar of Thenn had told him didn't leave his mind: he confirmed to him that they would take Alyssa and murder her. He needed to make sure she was safe a little while longer, so he decided to talk to Mance himself, like a last resolve.

When he entered Mance's tent he saw that Mance was surprised to see him.

"Jon Snow, the crow came back."

"I have. I want to speak with you."

"Then speak."

He gestured at the two seats and Jon sat down in one of them.

"Would you like something to drink?" Mance asked him and Jon looked at him with suspicion. Mance started to laugh: "Poison? Really? I have a hundred thousand men waiting for my command and you are afraid that I will poison you?"

Jon smiled, knowing that it was silly of him to think that the mighty Mance Rayder would poison him. He took the drink a servant got him and he took a sip of it.

He immediately coughed it out because of the strong amount of alcohol that was in it.

"Yeah, that's better than the shit they serve at your side of the Wall." Mance laughed.

Jon felt slightly more relaxed: he was still alive and Mance could already have ordered a thousand times now to kill him, or kill him himself.

"I came to negotiate." He said to Mance who smiled.

"Then negotiate."

"We both had our losses. We need to end this fighting."

"With all the respect Jon Snow but we all know too well that with one more attack from my people and your Wall will no longer be. Why should I stop? I want my people to be safe."

Jon sighed. 'Because there is a woman I love and I want her to be safe as well.' He thought but he didn't bother it to say it to Mance, knowing it wouldn't make a difference.

But Mance was good in reading people: "Aaah.. I see. A woman. Tell me Jon Snow: what is so special about the woman that makes you risk your life like that?"

Jon laughed silently: "Forgive me Your Grace but if you would've seen her, you know why I would."

Mance took another sip of his drink and sat the cup down on the table. Jon felt his eyes were reading his face. "Who is she?"

There was no need in lying now. "Lady Alyssa of House Lannister."

Mance raised his eyebrows and nodded approvingly: "I remember they called her the Queen of Beauty. Even when she was a small girl. You aim high, Jon Snow."

Jon laughed again: "I know." He simply said.

Before Mance could speak again, they heard the horn that alarmed the Wildlings that they were being held under attack. Mance looked at Jon with suspicion.

"I don't have anything to do with it. I swear."

They heard the sounds of an army getting near and Mance walked out of his tent. Jon followed him and they both looked around to see what was going on.

A whole army on horses slaughtered the Wildlings one by one. Jon saw a banner: a black stag in a heart that was on fire on a field of gold. Jon had learned from Maester Luwin that a stag was the sigil of House Baratheon but he didn't remember the heart that was on fire.

"Stop this! Stop!" Mance shouted. They heard the horn of the attackers blow right into the air and the army of the attackers stopped.

A man with grey hair and a stern expression on his face came forward on his horse, followed by another man who was around the same age.

"I represent to you King Stannis Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm." The man that was next to Stannis stated.

Jon had heard stories about the man that was in front of him: Stannis Baratheon was a hard, cold man who didn't show any mercy but was well known for his strategist skills in battles. He just proved that to Jon.

"Bend the knee or die." Stannis said.

"I had no intention to, my lord." Mance said bravely.

"You will address to him as 'Your Grace.'" The other man said.

"And why now? He is King of the Seven Kingdoms. Beyond the Wall doesn't belong to the Seven Kingdoms. We do not kneel."

Stannis smirked and turned his eyes to Jon: "You're a man of the Night's Watch. What are you doing here and who are you?"

"I am Jon Snow, the baseborn son of Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, Your Grace. My father died for you. I came here to negotiate with Mance Rayder." He said and he bowed his head slightly.

"I knew your father. He was an honorable man who supported my claim. Tell me, Jon Snow of Winterfell. What would you think he would've done with him?"

"I was this man's prisoner once. He could've tortured me, he could've killed me. But he spared my life. I think my father would've taking him as a prisoner. He would've listened to what he had to say." Jon said, while nodding to Mance.

King Stannis paused for a moment but then he decided: "Very well then, take him." He said to the man that was still next to him.

Stannis and Jon both looked how the man took Mance Rayder away. Jon needed to advise Stannis Baratheon on a different matter as well:

"Your Grace, if my father had seen the things that I've seen, he'd also tell you to burn the dead before nightfall. All of them."

Stannis looked curious at him but he decided to trust on his words once more. "Burn them." He said to his army.

"Jon Snow, I now order you to take me and my army back with you to the Wall." Stannis walked away from him and Jon knew he could only obey.

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Alyssa

"You raped her! You murdered her! You killed her children!" Oberyn shouted as he angrily put his spear inside Ser Gregor's chest.

Jaime and Alyssa smirked at each other and both turned around to see how their family reacted: with fear. Fear that Prince Oberyn would win and that Tyrion would be free to go without punishment.

"Wait… You're dying? No, no no… You can't die! You haven't confessed." Oberyn said and he pulled out the spear of the Mountain's chest. Blood pulsed out of the wound. Alyssa knew he would die anyway, this death was just way slower.

"Say it. Say her name. Elia Martell. You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children. Elia Martell." Oberyn pointed his hand to her father: "Who gave you the order? WHO gave you the order?! Say her name! You raped her, you murdered her, you killed her children!" He was walking in circles around the big body of the Mountain, still with his spear in his hands. He glanced over at Ellaria. "Say it, say her name."

Oberyn didn't pay attention for one second but that was all The Mountain needed to knock Oberyn down to the ground with his last strength. He sat on top of him when he planted his hands on Oberyn's eyes, and started to push his eyeballs to the inside of his head.

Disgusted by the look of it, Alyssa looked away and saw that Jaime was disgusted as well, although he still watched. Oberyn's screams filled her head.

"Elia Martell. I killed her children. Then I raped her. Then I smashed her head in, like this!"

Alyssa heard a sickening thumb and Ellaria started to scream. Ser Gregor collapsed next to Prince Oberyn's body, badly injured.

She turned around and saw that Cersei had a triumphantly smirk on her face. Her father stood up and spoke:

"The Gods have made their will known. Tyrion Lannister, in the name of King Tommen Baratheon, First of his Name, you are hereby sentenced to death."

This time, Alyssa let her gaze on the bloody mess before her and she felt sick in her stomach. She quickly looked away again to see where Jaime looked at: Tyrion. Tyrion couldn't reply their looks, as he shockingly stares in astonishment at Oberyn's skull crushed body.

For the first time in her life, Alyssa Lannister felt completely lost.

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A/N: I am sooooo sorry! I really am! I love Oberyn and I wish I could let him live but I haven't planned that from the beginning. And Alyssa loves Jon in the end… So I'm sorry Oberyn/Alyssa shippers! Maybe I will write an Oberyn/OC some day...!

Hint for next chapter: Jon and Stannis start to negotiate and Alyssa gets a secret letter from her brother Jaime…

Before I fly off I wanted to tell you that I am writing another fanfic with DarylDixon'sLover. It will be called 'Storm of Fire' and is another Jon/OC. It will be great and I hope we can upload our first chapter very soon!

See you next week and again: Sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

x- radicallion.