Lions Roar

The armies in King's Landing were nervous, it sang in the tension in the very air. Jamie could feel it as he gripped his sword. Biting the inside of his cheek, he had pledged to protect the king but his maddening mind was getting worse by the day now that most of the seven kingdoms seemed to be uprising against him. Worse yet he seemed not to care about what would happen to his own people and subjects here. The missive Farfella had secretly sent to him warned him that there would come a time when a Knight had to choose a side. Not for honor, for family, or duty, but the honor and duty within one's self. Kings were born and died, killed or replaced, they were still a man. Their legacy and their people were forever.

Those words stuck in Jamie's head as he watched secretly the maddening king pace. Gripping his sword more he knew the king was keeping him here so the Lannister's would not join the Rebellion. Little did he know the truth of the matter, nor did Jamie realize just how orchestrated Farfella had positioned the Lannister's to sweep through and win this war for Robert Baratheon who had started the Rebellion in the first place.

Chaos. This world was utter Chaos, a shout of battle had begun in the distance and he knew the war was reaching the gates. The Rebellion had come home, the Kings guard took up their positions and Jamie had to stay put as the Mad king ordered. The battlefield was in place. Tywin Lannister watched it on the hill beside Gregor Clegane and his banner men. It wouldn't take long before he signaled the Lannister army behind him hidden by the forest line to sweep through the broken gates of King's Landing. Just as his wife had predicted as well as his son, it was only at this moment watching the soldiers of Ruelle and Tywinel move to tear into the enemy as Quentessa and Talyn flanked the city did he truly gain the scope of Farfella's predictions and remembering her war map placements. Gripping the reigns a bit.

Gregor noticed and finally spoke.

"Lady Lannister has cornered the Dragon to be killed by a Lion. She intends us to end the line…doesn't she?" He asked.

Tywin hmm'd and gripped the reigns to look at Gregor.

"End it with them." He said and Gregor knew he meant Martell and her children by Rhaegar.

Gregor's eyes grew dark in an all too familiar way, the leash was off the killer, and the mountain that rides moved ahead of the Lannister army with that of Ruelle, his wife was already killing men on the field. Merciless, Gregor watched her before he passed already moving with the soldiers breaking through the gate. A dark grin graced his lips, taking the head of two men as he passed with his giant sword. Citizens screamed in panic running from the oncoming storm.

Tywin unsheathed his sword and signaled with it, his banner men called out ranks; there was the unison sound of armor. Signaling forward he rode off with a lurch with his knights, soldiers rushing the field to sweep the enemy stragglers and flood the city gate. The Mad king saw and heard the gate break and screamed to make the world burn. To burn everyone. Jamie had had enough. He killed the pyromancer who head to unleash the dragon's fire. The King's guard had been deployed to the outer gate. He approached two and killed one the other turned on him there was the clash of swords. Felling him he approached the king who turned and saw the sword and blood. Screaming at Jamie and turning to flee.

Jamie forsook his oath to this shell of madness and did what he felt in his soul to be right. He killed the Mad king running him through. The look of horror on his face etching into his memory, for his betrayal, but he had saved the city. Saved King's Landing and all its citizens from burning alive in flames that couldn't just be put out. Pulling the sword out he stumbled back almost and sat on the throne chair holding his sword. The gravity of it all encompassing him, and yet…he felt no guilt for what he had done.

A king is just a man, a man is not forever, but his legacy is because his people are his influence he leaves behind. Sometimes honor must be with one's self, and not in oath's to one person but the oaths to the people. Farfella's words resounded in his mind stilling his hands that had a bit of a tremble. The doors opened and Ned Stark, Robert Baratheon and Tywin Lannister walked in leaving the Carnage they reaped behind. Jamie saw Stark's glare but Robert was Jovial kicking over the dead king to make sure he was dead. So ended the Mad King, toppled like the chess piece.